A Poem by Lori Loesch

My lips are mute

my fingers numb

Words I form

do not come

Inside my life

I try to find

the person I am,

inside

Who is she

Where is she

Will I ever meet thee

Is she smart

What if she’s funny

Maybe she doesn’t even

want money

It would be nice to see the me

deep within,  do you see

She’s hiding now

She won’t reveal

She’s afraid  she’s scared

Always the child on the porch stoop

standing there in Prayer

“Come into my heart Dear Jesus”

From what was she hiding

From what was she scared

Jesus knows

the child forgot

she locked it away in her heart

She’s older now

but not forgot

the pain she locked

inside her heart

Go away

leave me bee

I’m older now can’t you see

I ran away,  why’d you follow

Go away

I want tomorrow

Free from that hurt

Free from that sorrow

the sorrow of what I lost

never had

all because I had no,  good dad

And now I pass my torch of sorrow

onto my son and daughter