Poetry on forgiveness
In a time long ago when bell bottoms swung freely across the top of shoes...I was loved.
No price to pay, no strings attached, no care in the world; rich in all the things that really mattered plus knowing I was daddy's little girl.
Oops Oops not my biological daddy but the only one that ever truly loved me. Daddy was in all my memories of happiness, daddy was always there.
Where was momma or did she dare to care. Snatching me away from everything and everyone I ever loved. Going places where hurt was around every corner and love could not flourish.
Not even the bottle of…
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