I will miss your beautiful face and your warm, unwilling hugs. It's
funny what became of us.
You used to
anger me, annoy me. I pushed you and I was violent. I was questioning myself
and surprised that I felt this cruelty towards you. How things changed!
I came to love you and care for
you. I couldn't get enough of kissing and hugging you. I felt you're my
daughter. How did I remove myself from your dying stage. How was I so cool?
Your little young body was suffering. You made sounds I've never heard before.
I wake up to touch your body and
life is gone. You look at me in your reclining pose. You say
I was here,
waiting for help and care. It never came. It was too late.
Another trauma knocks the door. It
goes in without permission. How long are you staying? We never know.
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