Treasure Island

patricia merritt

(December 24,1942 / Maryland)

Don't Forget


We love you, want you back with us.
A family torn apart on a wim of
no proof.

The law stands apart from the very
laws their suppose to protect.

Injustice has been done to a lot
of us.
But we will not give up, we will
fight to keep families together.

Stop the suffering of little children, they
be with their loved ones.

Our little girls, we are fighting
for you, want you home with us.

Coming home soon.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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  • Konjit Berhane (8/21/2006 11:03:00 AM)

    Well well well...no one should forget about...family
    family is the most important thing in life...

    nice poem patricia

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