Her name was Auroura

I found this online somewhere and had to save it. I felt I needed to share it.

Her name was Auroura

She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound



Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

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Slow Dance

Slow Dance

Written by a young girl with terminal cancer

  

Have you ever watched kids,

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain,

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down. Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short. The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day,

On the fly?

When you ask “how are you”

Do you get a reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed;

With the next hundred chores, running through your head?

You better slow down. Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short. The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,

We’ll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die,

Cause you never had time to call and say, “Hi”

You better slow down. Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short. The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere,

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift … thrown away.

Life is not a race. Do take it slower,

Hear the music, before the song is over.

Death of an Innocent

I found this printed on a crumpled sheet of paper about seven years ago. I believe that it should be shared with everyone.

I went to a party, Mum, I remembered what you said
You told me not to drink, Mum, so I drank soda instead
I felt really proud inside, Mum, the way you said I would
I didn't drink and drive, Mum, even though they said I should

I know I did the right thing, Mum, I know you were always right
Now the party is finally ending, Mum, as everyone is driving out of sight
As I got into my car, Mum, I knew I'd get home in one piece
Because of the way you raised me, Mum, so responsible and sweet

I started to drive away, Mum, but as I pulled out into the road
The other car didn't see me, Mum, and hit me like a load
As I lay there on the pavement, Mum, I heard the policeman say
The other guy is drunk, Mum, and now I'm the one who will pay

I'm lying here dying, Mum, I wish you'd get here soon
How could this happen to me, Mum, my life just burst like a balloon
There is blood all around me, Mum, and most of it is mine
I hear the medic say, Mum, I'll die in a short time

I just wanted to tell, Mum, I swear I didn't drink
It was the others, Mum, the others didn't think
He was probably at the same party as I,
The only difference is he drank and I will die

Why do people drink, Mum, it can ruin your whole life
I'm feeling sharp pains now, Mum, just like a knife
The guy who hit me is walking, Mum, and I don't think it's fair
I'm lying here dying, Mum, and all he can do is stare

Tell my brother not to cry, Mum, tell Daddy to be brave
And when I go to heaven, Mum, put "Daddy's girl" on my grave
Someone should have told him, Mum, not to drink and drive
If only they had told him, Mum, I would still be alive

My breath is getting shorter, Mum, I'm becoming very scared
Please don't cry for me, Mum, when I needed you, you were always there
I have one last question, Mum, before I say goodbye
I didn't drink and drive, Mum, so why am I the one to die?

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Daddy's Poem

Someone sent me this poem a long time ago. I thought that everyone should be able to read this sad poem of a little girl and her Father's Day story.

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;

she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,

for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called

a student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

a man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?'

She heard a boy call out.

'She probably doesn't have one,'

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

'Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day.'

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

'My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart.'

With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere there

in the crowd of dads,

her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,

staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.

'I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far.

You see he is a Marine

and died just this past year.

When a roadside bomb hit his convoy

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away.'

And then she closed her eyes,

and saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,

she witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,'

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed,

if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

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04-16-08 Me and You

 My love to you I must surrender

For you, my love, are with another

You are my one and only

Now because of you I will be lonely

What has caused you to leave me for her?

Now our time together is all a blur

Why must you leave me so?

My tears will form a sea for you

Please come back to me and you

1-19-10 I forgive you

This was written in my history class my senior year. We were asked to write a poem on the Earth. I had time to write the one assigned and then this one. I had been dumped so that he could have another woman. But I loved him so much, I forgave him.

My hands once slid over your body

Our minds were once connected

We fought as one together

We lived once and forever

Our lives once lived in happiness

Now know only sadness

To everyone else I have moved on

But to you I can’t even breathe

I want you in my life

I want you back in my arms

I want our old life back

I just want you

To everyone else I am happy

But you know the truth

I just have two things to say to you

I love you; I forgive you

03-11-2010 How many times can a heart break?

How many times can a heart break?

How many times can I cover up my heartache?

I don’t know how I will keep this up,

My life has run its course and is now out of luck.

I don’t know what else to say,

I can’t even keep my own tears at bay.