Brooke Audino

Rookie (June 5 / Butler PA)

Gone, Yet In My Arms - Poem by Brooke Audino

Her soft golden hair
It stung me as it hit my face
But I did not care
We were done with the race

My little girl was back in my grasp
her sweet skin caressed my cheek
Gone from my life, but back at last
Little girl, she was so meek.

If you could be with my now
I would be filled with glee
But you were grossly murdered like a cow
Now you shall never be...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011

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