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[title] => A mornings word 12/17/07
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[bodytext] => This is the news story that inspire me to write “Mommy can you hear me” The tears filled my eyes as I listened to the news report. “Sixteen month old little girl found in condemned apartment house.” It was so unbelievable, I just wanted to turn off the T.V. but I couldn’t. The reporters’ words haunted me as I continued to listen. It seems as though the little girls mother had moved in with her boyfriend, who didn’t want any kids around, so the mother left the little girl alone in the apartment. She told police during questioning that she would bring food for the little girl and leave it where the little girl could get it. The last time she stopped in was almost two weeks before. She had dropped off some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Reports said that the little girl was suffering from malnutrition and that her thumb had sores on it from being sucked on in attempts to satisfy her hunger . As the reporter went on to other news, I switched off the T.V. By this time I could feel the tears streaming down my face, I don’t believe that I had ever felt this way inside. Though I tried I could not rid myself of this picture in my head of that little girl wandering the rooms of an empty apartment. Hungry and crying for a mother who could not hear her cries. From bedroom to living room to the empty kitchen void of the warmth and good smells of a loving home. Try as I might I could not rid myself of this picture, of a little girl standing in an empty room crying for the mother who was not there. A sadness over came me as I saw her standing there, as soiled diaper hung loose between her tiny little legs, while she wandered back and forth from room to room until mercifully sleep would overtake the cries of hunger and pain. I had heard stories about starving children. But this wasn’t a war torn country half way around the world or one filled with famine. This was a story that was becoming all too common. A story that is so unbelievable, that we tell ourselves that it just can’t be true. Not in this country and this day and time, but alas it is all too true. As I lay down to sleep that night, I could still hear the cries of that little girl. Cries that will forever haunt me and fill my dreams. And I thought to myself just before I dozed off, What kind of people have we become, when we could allow this to happen to a child. What kind in deed. Mommy can you hear me? Mommy can you hear me No mommy's not at home Mommy can you hear me crying all alone Mommy can you hear me calling out your name Mommy can you hear me am I the one you blame Mommy can you hear me as night it closes in Mommy can you hear me and see the shape I'm in Mommy are you out there as the shadows fill my walls Mommy are you out there to hear my frightened calls Mommy are you out there as the tears they fill my eyes Mommy are you out there to hear my lonely cries Mommy will you hug me and chase away my fears Mommy will you hold me and wipe away my tears Mommy do you love me or am I just a pest Mommy do you love me or are you like the rest Mommy do you want me or am I in your way Mommy do you want me Oh Lord I hope and pray Mommy I love you Please believe me when I say Mommy I love you Please don't go away [comments] => 0 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 25 [informant] => wordsy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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