Broken family

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She sits down

Cradling her new babe

Through watering eyes

She looks down

Nothing but a pink blanket lays

In her arms

There is no babe

He left

Scared and angry

Driving

No destination

Never looking back

The babe cries

The noise fills the room

Nurses walk by

Not paying attention

To the crying babe

The babe stops crying

She knows no one will hold her

So she holds her own hand

Growing up

She does this

Believing,trusting

No one

-pheonix

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