Mommie's Lost

I see the little girl standing before us.
She speaks in a tiny, frightened voice.

My Momie's lost and I can't find her.
Her hair is red or black.
I don't know what she was wearing.
I don't know where she was.
I don't know where I am.
I'm 5 years old.
Why is everyone asking me all these questions?
Leave me alone!
I want my mommie!

Where's my baby?
She was here just a minute ago.
I told her to stay right here.
What if something has happened to her.
What if she's been kidnapped.
What if . . .
Oh God! I'll never forgive myself
if anything happened to her.
I want my baby!
Where's my baby?

Mommie! Mommie!
Oh, my baby! My darling!
Here I am.
I was so worried about you.
Mommie you're squishing me.
Don't ever leave me again.
Why are you crying mommie?

And watching them,
I don't know why I'm sobbing, sobbing.
I know,
and I don't know.

Lori Eldridge

To the world, you may just be somebody...but to somebody, you may be the world.

Richard D. Dover
In His Steps Ministries
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