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For Naught

The sweet little girl has slipped away
No more her happy, squealing play
Chatter, laughter, disarming smile
A healthy childhood all the while
…I thought.

The sad young woman is crying today
Her ther’pist says it’s the only way
The path of healing is tough and steep
And pills are needed to help her sleep
…she’s caught.

This mother wonders and questions why
And whether to intervene, should I?
Regrets and shame may fill my soul
But all my guilt won’t make her whole
…it’s for naught.

© Jeannie M Myers ~ 5-12-1993

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