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The Flower
Life was once good.
Fearless, secured and full of joy.
There was mommy, there was dad.
The house brimmed with laughter, joy and all that jazz.
Daddy said I was his little princess,
I was precious as a flower.
But all that was taken away from me.
Left in this world alone, from one foster home to another.
I grew wild, feral and full of anger,
But I was still innocent as a flower.
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This post is written for the word prompt Innocent at A Prompt Each Day.
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Linking this post to Ultimate Blog Challenge July, NabLoPoMo July, and Ultra Blog Challenge July.
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12 comments
Inside each one of us, the innocence must remain. Lovely poem.
Beautiful poem..I could imagine it.
What a beautiful ploem!
Thanks Kalpana
Very true. Thanks Francene
Thank you Ushaji
Very beautiful poem Tina.. well expressed
What a beautiful poem
Thanks
Thanks Ranga, glad you liked it
Oh, my heart ached a bit there. Well penned Tina!
Wow! simply Wow! Emotive.