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The Lost Child

She had ten little fingers and ten small rosy toes she wore a gorgeous smile and a little button nose she laughed the sweetest laugh and her skin was soft and fair around her face, dark ringlets she got my curly hair she had her daddy's eyes a vibrant greenish-blue she was my little girl that never made it through By Morgan Mise Written November 3, 2012

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Curt Mongold

Date: 1/8/2013 8:15:00 PM

Wow, does that hit home. I had the same experience with a son some years back, and the emotional toll was staggering. I can only accept it today by thinking there is a reason for everything, even if I don't know what that reason is. Very touching write...

Morgan Mise
Date: 1/8/2013 8:40:00 PM

I'm very sorry for your loss Curt. I think that's wise of you to see it that way. It makes it heal a little better.

L.Ruby Meyer

Date: 1/8/2013 7:09:00 PM

Beautiful Morgan, poetry is a gift of cathartic proportions, and I am so very glad you have this gift to share with others. Thank you, and God bless you x Peace, Ruby

Morgan Mise
Date: 1/8/2013 7:11:00 PM

Well thank you very much. Surely I have to read some of your work as well. Blessings to you, -Morgan

Sukmawati Komala

Date: 1/8/2013 6:58:00 PM

my dear sweet lady Morgan...felt so sad reading this poem and so sorry for your lost...may today shine you all the blessing and beauty :) <3 luv SK

Morgan Mise
Date: 1/8/2013 7:05:00 PM

I thank you very much and I hope you find new blessings as well every day. <3 -Morgan

Lori Lucas Mcclure

Date: 1/8/2013 6:04:00 PM

Enjoyed the read! Very sweet poem -----Lori McClure