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[aid] => mick
[title] => MY CAMI GIRL
[time] => 2003-10-14 17:12:25
[hometext] => If she is still alive, she will be 37 today, and if she is, and I could see her, I'd simply ask , if she, somewhere along the way, found her heart?
[bodytext] => 8 minutes past midnight, October 15, 1966 My Cami Girl literally catapulted from my womb. Suddenly, violently, catastrophe like doom. Thus launched My Cami Girl's life of gloom. "Fetal Distress," the Dr. said...... Posterior, traumatic birth, tethered head! Brought home was a beautiful tiny baby girl, with blonde hair & hazel eyes that would make you swirl! She rarely slept, screamed her presence, as we walked her through her days and nights, Many times I just wept! Hundreds of hours, nothing, just console. She was my special wee dove. Her little well was always empty, constantly craving for our love! She suffered from severe colic, every single day for 6 long months, constant prayers ascended high above! My Cami Girl would have expired in her womb home. A blood clot was the evidence, of this fatal plot. Headed toward her in the umbilical cord. In just four, or more days, her small body could never have absorbed. I've asked myself a million times over the years, Would Cami have wanted not to live, and save, all of her tears? As the raging winds of October. Thrash the Lilac Bushes 'gainst my window pane, Her little torturing shrieks resound in my memorable brain! Then just 15 months later, we welcomed my dear little son Brennan aboard. He became her baby, one she adored! Until the day she told me good-bye, Brennan & her Daddy were the only smiles in her eye! Like two little monkeys, hand in hand. They bonded like teeth in a zipper, or a tight rubber band! One could not function unless the other was near. Secretly, in a dark closest, She'd find a way to cut his hair, while nipping his ear! Under constant surveilance, silently napping, or so I thought? I'd hear their giggles, and "me" it brought! Every button on every suit of her Daddy's could be found..... Cut off, severed, and lying all around! Off would come her shoes, naked little feet. Grasping the handle, she would climb up the refrigerator, and sit on the top, like a seat. When I came 'round the corner, she'd announce, "Hey Mom, look at me!" I'd always jump, of course, and that to her was the highlight of her day, "Really Neat!" Her Daddy was her favorite, So at 5, when he died, she was left all empty inside! She watched as we stood by his snowy grave. That's where she dropped her heart, and buried it deep with his, and there it would stay, well hid! She searched for years, but it was never found again! One of her peers offered her pills to help relieve the pain. Once tried, by Cami, was like Pure Suicide! Over-doses, Clinics, one followed another, and each day what could be slavaged, slowly died! She'd run away, come back the next day. With "half-way" houses she played games. Only remaining long enough, to regain the reins! Each time my phone rang, I felt horrific terror! Will this be the call, when I'm told of her error? Is this the one that will take her life? Or can we save her, midst deadly strife? She would not go to school! I would literally drag her there, and while there, she would break every rule! I'd lovingly reason, beg, hug, comfort, and console. With no husband to back me up, The worries, anxieties, and uncertainties, on me took their tole! Then one day she turned seventeen, Delinquent teenagers in the State of Illinois, are allowed, from their parents to wean. She came to me one day, in 1983, after school. "I want to smoke, Mom, and I know you don't approve, I know the rule." "Please Mom, just set me free, I'll be all right, I want to live my own life, and do Everything, and when I do, I don't want you to see! She then hugged me as only a My Cami Girl, without a heart could! I stood at the door and watched her little blue car, as it turned the corner. I could not move, speak, nor beg, plead, nor find a tear, as any good mother would! I had a glimpse of her in 1993. I undertand she tells people her mother is dead. I wanted to hug her and say, "Oh, Cam, what happened to we?" But she turned, just the opposite way from me! I wanted so much in her ear, to whisper. "I understand Cam, More than you might imagine I do. You see, honey, my heart was buried with him too! But I grew another, so I could help you!" Created by Cheri Cam LeBren October 15, 2003 I haven't heard from My Cami Girl for over 20 years! [comments] => 7 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 32 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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