A child's story
There was a day when everything was taken from me.
There was a day when I was forced to see,
to see those tears of sorrow run down her cold cheeks.
I remember as they took us from her arms
crying out please don't take them away please"
yet on our faces were tears of joy and relief, also there were tears of pain and confusion
relief,
confusion,
C.A.S,
Cops
is all I remember.
day after day I wondered .am I going home?
Let alone do I want to go home?
Bruises upon bruises ,
on every arm , for every leg
to every cheek through
every tear to every fear bottles upon bottles
sometimes I wonder, what if I had stayed would I be here?
would I be alive?
probably not
sometimes having every thing taken away means
that in the long run you get more to gain
Im glad im here at this this moment,
at this hour, this minute , this second,
Ive gned new life , new hopes,
new dreams
and sometimes old dreams of
what happened on that day all the tears ,all the fears ,all the confusion all those people
when one door opens another one closes,
now I can see what that means, for its the story of my life
--C. J. Needham
