One crisp morning a baby cries
Not belonging to anyone she is alone
No one to call her own
Living with others belonging to no one
One day she walks in
Looking at each and every one
Her eyes settling on the olive skinned babe
Their eyes meet
Love at first sight
No longer will her cries go unheard
Her heart is filled with love and content
Mom you saved my life
Where would I be without your love
Who can say they are lucky enough to be....
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Poemz
PoetryWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
