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Mommy?
Why?
You’ve left me
again --
starving,
rotting in a closet
with no toilet.
Mommy, why?
Why don’t you love me?
Mommy, why?
Where are your arms around me?
Why don’t I hear you saying,
“I’m so sorry.
I should cherish you.
I should not have…
I wish…
I could have…
I would have……”
I'm scared.
Mommy, why?
Look at me Mom! I’m the daughter you should want.
Look…
Look…
Mommy, why?
I must be unlovable.
It's so dark in here.
No one cares.
I don't matter.
Mommy, why?
I
need,
to hear you say,
“I love you,”
You ask me why you should love someone
like
me.
Mommy, why?
Why can’t I hear you say,
“I love you.
You’re so beautiful.
You’re so precious to me.
Why can’t I hear you say,
“I love you
just
because?”
Oh!
Jesus is here!
His arms are wide open.
His eyes are full of deep love
and I know he wants me to throw my head
on his chest
and so I do.
It’s safe here
in his arms.
Jesus smells of flowers and butterflies and blue sky.
I feel his tears fall on me.
He holds me tight
and strokes my hair.
He kisses my head.
Here,
in his arms
I know
I
am
loved, by my Jesus,
content, in my Jesus,
precious, to my Jesus,
wanted, by my Jesus,
and loveable, to my Jesus.
Just
because.
Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me. Ps 27:10
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