Finally she got to sit in the front seat,
this little girl,
at the age of three,
which she had just turned this week.
her mommy looks over,
a tear on her cheek,
and tells her how she loves her,
her voice sounded weak.
She asked what was wrong,
her reply was:
"my darling i love you,
just please don't ask me this."
She pouted and screamed,
and begged what was wrong,
but mommy kept silent,
she'd been like that for so long.
Finally,
after a brief lapse of time,
she tapped mommy's shoulder,
and looked in her eye,
"mommy, i love you,
so please tell me why,
I dont understand,
its making me cry".
Her mother looked up,
only to find,
her loving little daughter,
wanted to know what was wrong,
and she didn't want a lie.
Finally the words came,
mom started to speak,
"My baby,
we're in a crisis this week."
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3 comments:
why thank you love.
And so are you!! =^.^= it's a kitty!
Summer, you really cut to the heart of worry and anxiety with this one! I like it!
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