This poem is about the little girl I raised for about four years. She was my little sister, but that did not stop me.

My baby girl was my life.

She was the best,

I miss her.

After my mother gave me up,

She lost my sister to the state.

She is in foster care,

I live with our older sister.

But when I found out about her,

I cried for three hours,

And moped around for about three days.

I felt terrible,

I felt like it was my fault.

I still miss her,

I still haven’t seen her.

But when I go to Florida again,

She will be my first priority once again.

She was my baby.

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  • sandie on Aug 24, 2009

    oh how sad,i hope you find her.

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