(This poem was written by a member of NarAnon for another member.)
Our Little Girl

Our little girl was our heart and our soul
that began in time so long ago
with so many dreams to carry with her
and her mother's love she came to know.

Then in short years our pain did come
as we watched our little girl start to slip away
into nothing and something unplanned,
bringing hearts tumbling down that day.

When we learned that drugs were the cause
and fear and tears ruled an emotional mess
of lives taken down that wayward path
where hope is dashed and moments obsess...

On problems and answers that never did come
to roost with any certainty among the madness
Yes, our little girl is caught in the web
of despair of this thing called hopelessness.

And all that is left is our courage to pray
that she finds herself before that final hour
when God ignites the flame of our little girl
with His love and she finds her Higher Power...
~ Jim Johnson ~
2007
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