My Angel Baby
She's brought into this world
with fear and pain,
born two months early
drugs affecting her brain.
The angels beside her
as she fights just to breath.
she's not yet developed
and knows not how to eat.
She fights and she wins
in spite of it all.
Now the troubles begin
As she goes through withdrawl.
This child is an angel
I swear this is true.
Her heart is pure love
by the time she is two.
Ripped from her home
her trust is now gone.
she's no longer starving
but fears any bond.
Six months pass by
as she begins to heal.
She knows that she's safe,
to her this is real.
As they take her from my arms
the tears start to flow.
I tell her that I love her
Oh God! Does she know?!
Again I see the fear in her eyes
as she begs, Grandma please,
please help me, she cries.
Don't make me go!
Don't send me away!
I'll be a good girl!
I'll run and I'll play!
She knows now this is to no avail
she looks away, in her own little hell.
The pain in her eyes will forever remain
like a sword in my heart, etched in my brain.
I swear with my soul
I'll make it up to you,
and bring you back home
if it's the last thing I do.
©Deborah Bussa 2003
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