She was just a little girl.
With the cutest smile.
And all she wanted.
Was her mommy for awhile.
She tried to be the best.
She never said a word.
Never made a sound.
She was the perfect girl.
But still you left.
And she wondered why.
She carried the blame.
Of your goodbye.
And as time past.
She lived a silent life.
All her words taken.
On that dark night.
But no matter what happened.
She never said a word.
She ate what was on her plate.
She was the perfect girl.
But she wasnt what you wanted.
Or what you thought you had.
She tried to be so good.
But still you saw the bad.
And now as a woman.
This little girl cries.
About the mommy she lost.
And her life lived in lies.
She was the perfect girl.
And all she wanted was her mom.
So why when theres perfection.
Theres always something wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh my! That is so touching...