She didn't have a name. Not formally. When she was mentioned at all, it was in reference to, or regarding. But never directly.
She was a mere shadow, a blemish on the wall, unworthy of wiping away.
Unwanted, abandoned, neglected, spoiled and surrendered by a stranger.
She was content amongst the trees and the vining flowers, never to be picked.
Reclaimed by the earth, returning from whence she came.
Bringing life to another
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
You can’t go wrong with the song written by Tina McBride, relatable message in this poem
Beautiful and heartbreaking. Wonderful job.
Oh, this was sad, yet soo beautiful. 🥹❤️ Wonderful idea!!
This was so heart-wrenching!
A Child Called It.
Very good! These mini stories get me going and some of them I want more. Great read, Kelli.
Sadly beautiful
Absolutely beautiful and heart-breaking. 💗