A mother missing, she is no more.
Her soul in heaven, resting above.
Her presence as awkward as a sandless shore.
A poor girl living without her mother’s love
Everyday your face appears in my heart.
Broken and shattered it will never heal.
Your memory in my mind is a part,
o a feeling so strong, so very real.
A child left to face the world alone.
Blinded by the darkness your voice I hear.
Soothing me a powerful light is shown.
Without you I am fighting my fears.
The fear of becoming you cuts me like a knife.
Because now I know how God has planned my life.
Amber Dawn Carlsen
March 20, 2002
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Created: Feb. 5, 2006
Last updated: Nov. 14, 2010