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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