My angel in pink
My baby is 7 years old...she means the world to me (dressed in pink Cinderella gown). It's been over five years since I've been away from Cali, I can't believe how grown she is. Each and every time I visit her, she sounds so mature...I miss her a lot. I haven't been able to find the strenght, the gutts to write a poem about her. It's not that I can't, I know I'm good with writing poetry and stories but it just hurts to put into words how I feel about her. It hurts to write about why I left...I wish she knew how much I love her. I know she understands a tiny bit but not enough...not enough to know how much it still hurts.
1 comment:
you are now touching the really important stuff. keep trying. keep trying until your blank page turns into words and you capture not only the pain but the hope and the love contained in your reasons for leaving. you are on the right path...
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