Forgotten. Never was She this!
In My soul, with every step I stole
I carried that lil Girl…
as if I were whimsically a’stroll1
Warm and gentle, I could still feel Her.
So tiny, so little…
Every feature of Her face, that extraordinary angelic face
every second, of every memory
was still brand new and etched with Grace
the bond She and I began on the day He sent
a miracle, I kept locked-up tight, sheltered…
as if Oracled
Is she still there?
I’ve prayed so long.
Prayed the unspoken bond we shared,
would continue…prayed she’d remember.
I’m down on knees, begging please… tell me, tell me please,
“Where is she?”
By: MaryBethHicks-kbh, aka ‘Me-maw’
May 2015 Copy Rights, [Revised 2017 Copy Rights]
[1] a’stroll © \\adverb; depicted, specifically, for this this limerick.
Definition: slang \\ a combination of words: ‘a’ and ‘stroll’¬ to "a’stroll".
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MaryBethHicks-kbh
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