That seven-year-old little girl
Whose life had never been
tainted
She loved him more than any
other
Yet, you still took him away

Remember Me?

You stole him
Not only from me, but from
life
I hate you for that
Although I have learned to
forgive you
I will never forget

Remember Me?

Why did you take him?
What possible reason did you
have
Did you really need him more
than I

Remember Me?

When I begged for it to be a
mistake
For you to make it better
again
For mom to stop crying
You never answered

Do you know what you did
Who you hurt
How it could have been
Memories are now just fog
Only one remains, his voice
Fading now, but still there
Tied to me with love
I will never let it go

Do you remember who that
little girl was?

I am not her anymore
I am not even the person I
would have been
Even though I hate how she
came to be
I thank you for making her
the person I am now
It altered my soul

Is he having fun up there
Eating his yellow Starburst

and Cocoa Puffs
Playing lacrosse and football
If you could, ask him if he
remembers me.

MARGARET M. DICKINSON was a student in Peg Acheson’s class at Brunswick Junior High School.