No words could paint the purifying beauty that holds a piece of my soul, but I will try to be so eloquent as her.

Her cherub face keeps my lifeline rooted in childhood and make-believe adventure.

Her smile, the one I know to be hers, someone familiar, lovely, safe, and fun—a home I long to return to.

The hair that frames the face I hold dear, it ignites my soul with the scent of the other half of ...

Why did you make me do it?

I shouldn’t have had to

Was motherhood not the right fit?

I wish I could say it came out of the blue

But this has been going on for a year

Yet it only took one night

For me to get mad enough to see clear

I don’t feel bad, I did what’s right

Other’s weren’t brave enough

So the little sister had to take a stand

I called CPS and, yes, it was tough

And now my reckoning is ...