She wanted to leave, oh, how she
wanted to, but it was too late, too
late for Mama.
He struck the face he praised; the one
he promised to cherish; it was too late, too
late for Mama.
He pinned her to the bed, pinned
her against her will, it was too late, too
late for Mama.
He held her in an iron fist, he held
her too tightly; it was too late, too
late for Mama.
They buried her yesterday. She
wanted to escape, but it was too late, too
late for Mama.
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (5/23)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
You honor me by reposting my poem. Thank you. If our words can save one life from abuse, the tears we've cried will have been worth it, worth it all.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*
I intend on reading that, haven't
seen it yet, too many buttons and
not enough fingers. But I promise!
Karla is one of my favorite writers here on ad
she captures emotions so well
sad sad sad
Blessings,
Joyce B.
God Bless
Love and respect
Lena
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Yes we need far more help for Women who are abused, DECENT places to go, rather than the hellish refuges they offer to women, which is why they never leave...I know I couldnt stand the thought of it...I went to one, and all that happened was..Drugs on the premises, stealing, raiding of rooms..But God delivered me from Evil hands, and I am here today.
TY Pea, TY Karla, God bless you both.
Ch'erie ((((hugs))))
I agreed with you this is a powerful write I hope and prayed that whoever needs the help Read this message!!
Love And Peace to you always...Morning Star
God Bless
Michelle~
Thank you Karla and Pod
Light and Wisdom ...