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Jun 2012
Today I sat there quietly, didn't make a sound.
I let you tell me off, and I let you put me down.
You told me I was nothing but a worthless empty tomb.
But mom, don't you remember? I once was in your womb.
You're the one who smiled, holding your brand new baby girl
Kissed her on the forehead, said you couldn't love her anymore.
You held her tiny hands, and you touched her little feet...
This is who you waited for for nine long months to meet.
You would stand there in the doorway, you didn't want to leave.
Watched your tiny babys chest move up and down to breath.
She always looked so perfect sleeping in her tiny crib,
And she always looked so **** cute with food dripping down her bib.
You watched her learn to crawl, to walk, and even how to run.
You watched her skip and hop and play under the shining sun.
You held her hand as you crossed the street, protecting her little life
For after all, she was the one you thanked god for every night.
You sent her off to school, but it sure did break your heart
This would be the first time the two "buddies" were apart.
You packed inside her lunchbox a little note that read
"I love you more than anything", and that is all it said.
She knew how much you loved her, and she loved you just as much.
You were the one who soothed her, from just one simple touch.
Remember when she fell off her bike and scraped her little knee?
You bandaged it and kissed it and it was as good as it could be.
You teased her when her tooth would wiggle and eventually fell out,
You left her money that night that you could do without.
You made cookies for Santa, when it was Christmas time.
You read her her favorite Christmas stories, the ones that always rhymed.
You and your little girl, the best that friends could be.
So please tell me mommy, what has happened to you and me.
Now the days are always cold and the sun is never out.
You now have anger in your eyes and you always have to shout.
There is no more happy days where you and I would talk
No more days holding hands while we'd go on a walk.
Now I am older, and you have turned me down
You don't want any part of me, not a single sound.
You want me to be silent, not to say a word.
But mommy, that isn't what I want, I know that you have heard.
I know you hear my muffled pleas as I'm talking through my tears.
I hope you want as badly as me for these grim dark days to clear.
I want to be your friend again, your buddy, and your pal.
I want to talk to my mom, but for now...I don't know how.

- Jamie
Jamie Kelch
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