Her name is Amerie.
She’s loving, sweet, and kind.
She’s the apple of my eye
and she is always on my mind.
She loved to swing on swings.
So I’d take her to the park.
She’d never sleep alone.
She was afraid of the dark.
She used to capture fireflies.
She loved the way they glowed.
She wore her hair in pigtails.
Oh how I loved her so.
Where she is now?
I don’t really know.
I haven’t seen her in 10 years
when her mother told me to go.
I assume she writes me fake letters.
And misses me with all her heart.
I hope so hard she wants me back.
And hated it when we were apart.
For who could break this bond.
I loved her more than life.
She was my little girl.
She was my lovely light.
I saw her with her mother
I ran to see my child.
Her mother grabbed her arm.
I said “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
She said “She doesn’t love you.”
I said “That simply can’t be true.”
I looked deeply in my daughter’s eyes.
Amerie said “Who are you?”

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