Missing Pieces Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Missing Pieces
A wild child
Beyond help or control
Hell bent on making trouble;
Dumped her life in a hole.
Destructive innocence
Took every chance;
Sowed its young seed
In all the wrong fields.
Got good at losing
Pieces of her life
Friends, lovers,
Even herself for awhile
Til’she became a mother;
Found what was missing
In her soul.
A little child not yet wild
In need of guidance, and
A whole lot of love
Finally made her whole.
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4/24/2024 5:43:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Carolyn, I don't know if this had ties to you, a Daughter or Grandchild but it says so much regardless. Sometimes it takes something that makes us look outside of ourselves or our own life. Unfortunately for some nothing does that and the children they bear suffer for this type of selfishness. So I find there to be a great message here! Peace~ James