Without my GranddaughterA Poem by JazzyMy Granddaughter being withheld from me by the State without a reason.
Without my Granddaughter I will die a slow and painful death,
the process has already started with each holiday, come and gone. I am not allowed to talk to you, hug you or see you. You are always on my mind and in my heart. You are every breath I take. I love you always. You are my Granddaughter no matter what. © 2010 Jazzy |
Charlie
Fly the plane
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Added on May 2, 2010 Last Updated on May 2, 2010 |