Fire in the girl’s bathroom

Inferno in the little girl’s heart

Mamma left her high and dry

They were once so very close

At the young ages of 4, 5 and 6

She took care of mom and hugged her when she cried

At 7 and 8, like it or not

It was she who took care of little sister

Once turned away, and happy to be out

She deeply felt her mothers blame

But her hand made valentines spoke the truth

“Mom, where are you, I love you so much”

Nothing in her young and tender heart

Helps her to fathom what she did or didn’t do

That made mom choose a life without her

She really had tried to be so very good