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I remember the day they said you left.

My mama cried,

And I couldn't seem to understand...

Why so soon after Grandma died.

And why you chose to leave me behind.



I remember the day they said you were found.

Once again, I heard my mama cry,

And I dealt with jealousy in my heart.

I wanted the joy growing inside of yours,

The escape that could heal the wounds in mine.