Little Girl Lost

Dreaming of the past, Remembering, feeling, despair. It is not the same as any family. Wishing, hoping, praising. To survive knowing All is Lost. Nothing can be gained from the, Fantasies of dreaming of a, Family we can never have. Overheard conversations, " You know she will find out." Now I understand, Now I can finally, See the light as it is, Where all was presumed to be dark. Looking, seeking, and Searching, For any information I can find. No Birth certificate, No pictures when I was a baby. I am a lost child. Knocking Knocking, I open the door to my prison. In a fog I see black suits, FBI on their jackets. Talking, Talking, not hearing, not believing, I'm in a daze the only words I hear, "You were taken" by the same people, Who I thought loved me in fact, They were my kidnappers. I fall into the arms of these strangers, As I hear the clank of the handcuffs, Being snapped on the wrists , Of my abductors. A woman in the crowd walks up, And slapps the female in sheep's clothing, Yelling at her as she is led away. I look into the eyes of my savior, Knowing in my heart who she is. She runs calling me "Sam" My name is Sam as tears glide, Down my face I fall into the arms, Of my mother calling her MaMa. Holding her so tight never letting her go, So I will never be "Little Girl Lost" In a police report ever again.