Lost Little GIrl
All alone, staring on, watching her life go by,
When her days are grey and her nights are black,
Different shades of mundane and the one eyed furry
toy
That lies upon the bed has often heard her cry
And heard her whisper out a name long forgiven, but
not forgotten...
A little girl sat down on her bed, crying. She took the stuffed animal
that was sitting on her bed and held it. The salty tears falling and
drying on the matted head of the stuffed dog. Her mother had given it
to
her. Her mother, well she hadn’t seen her in a long time. The last time
she did was when she was 3 and she was seven now. Her memory was hazy,
she remembered it was around Christmas time and the woman telling her
about an older brother. Only thinking about that made her cry harder.
Her father yet again was drunk and she was scared. She had gone through
it many times before, she just had to lock the door and hide into the
closet.
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're not forgotten
When we see the little girl again she is 9. To old to hide in the
closet, even thought she still did lock the door. Hugging the stuffed
dog she cried, they were not the innocent wails of a small child that
they should be, but the quite weeping of someone much older. She had
forgiven her father long before and now she never talked to him.
Getting
home straight from school she ate before her father came home, drunk,
and then went upstairs to lock herself in her room, not coming out
until
6:00 the next day.
A bleeding heart torn apart, left on an icy grave,
In the room where they once lay, face to face,
Nothing could get in their way, but now the
memories
of the man
Are haunting her days and the craving never fades,
She's still dreaming of a man long forgiven, but
not
forgotten...
The girl is not little anymore, she is on the strange time, when she is
10. Turning on the radio she listened to the music. Music, it was her
outlet. In school she was in the chorus even though she would never be
able to perform, her dad would never go, and who would take her? She
had
no friends, she was a loner. Softly singing along, she imagined herself
far way from her life.
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're not forgotten
An 11 year old girl, sitting by herself at recess, wishing or dreaming,
to be some where else. She wished to see her mother and the mysterious
brother that was mentioned when she was 3. That was one of the two
things she remembered. Getting her stuffed dog was the other. She loved
it, even though the few times her father saw it and said she was too
old
for a stuffed animal and it was dirty and ragged she still loved it.
Still alone, staring on, wishing her life goodbye
As she goes searching for the man long forgiven,
but
not forgotten...
At 12 years of age, she is no longer the little girl with no mother.
Now
she is the young lady with no family. Her father, he wasn’t even that,
all he was, was a man that sat at home all the time and drank. Only
acknowledging her when her when he needed more beer. She became more
and
more studious willing herself to do well. Throwing herself into music
also helped, she let her heat pour out when she sang. She even wrote
one
or two songs.
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten
You're not forgotten
You're not forgotten
No, You're not forgotten
Now the 13 year-old girl was without a family. Her father had suffered
at cardiac arrest and her mother was being tracked down. Her mother was
going to becoming in an hour, half an hour, fifteen minutes, and then
five. Five minutes later a medium sized woman walked in with a tall
skinny guy with a ton of tattoos. The woman saw her and rushed over.
The
woman enveloped her in a large hug, the teenage girl to confused to say
anything. The woman just kept repeating, “Dawn, my baby Dawn.”
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