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[aid] => mick
[title] => untitled 4 now
[time] => 2006-03-26 18:45:16
[hometext] => this poem is a story like I guess. I hope u'll like it. comments welcome
[bodytext] => © Ashli M. & Care S. 3/26/2006 Today I turned 7 weeks old, Mommy is getting over a cold, Inside her tummy I flutter, I don't speak a word I don't mutter. She says she loves me but she’s the only one, My daddy doesn’t want me ill ruin his fun, They aren’t ready that’s what I heard grandma say, So this is my fault and I have to pay. Mommy calls me her little one, Promises I will see the light of day, She wants me to feel the heat of the sun, Please god, please don’t take me away. She’s just sixteen and not yet out of school, To have me would be ruin and she wouldn’t be cool, She cries at night when no ones around, I love her so much I can’t bear that sound. I hear her talk to me, When she needs a friend, As life gets harder each day, My darling mommy on her knees she prays. She asks for god to keep me safe, She begs for him to hold her in a loving embrace, My daddy he’s scared too because he’s got a secret inside, He wants to keep me and to her belly he confides. Daddy came to visit mommy and me, Hey precious he says in to her belly, I feel his love from his hand, He told me a story from a secret land. I hear them when they talk and fight at night, Grandma paid for the abortion but they know it isn’t right, They plan to run away and escape from it all, Both of them are young and afraid to fall. We sneak out before dawns light, Dad pulls us close says it’s going be alright, On our way to disappear from here, All struck with a heavy sheet of fear. Scared to death as cars drive past, Hours later a police man finds us at last, Grandma is upset and raises the date, She promises mommy this is not done of hate. In the doctor’s office we sit, we wait The clock on the wall ticks minuets fast, Inside this room a deadly silence, If they kill me…today, tomorrow it’s violence. Mommy is terrified of what the doctors will say, Begging grandma not to let it end this way, Grandma gives in as she begins to weep, We’ll get through this she promises and I’m safe asleep. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 21 [informant] => kiela_Rox_mi_Socks [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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