Loved Ones Stolen
when I was very young the life of my mother stole
in my young heart this left a hole
in to depression I fell
all it was is an endless well
Later I found love
the next thing I knew my heart was flying like a dove
he helped me when I was down
he gave me a smile when I had a frown
I loved him so
I missed him when I was adopted and had to go
-Katie
L
Clontz
This poem is about:
Me