Who carried me inside their womb, in their hearts had lots of room?
Who loved me unconditionally from the start, who cherished me with all their heart?
When I fell and skinned my knees, who was there to wipe them clean?
Who did I call on day and night, when I was sad who made things right?
Whose shoulder did I cry on, when my puppy ran away, or when my dolly just didn't want to play?
Who brushed my hair, tied in a bow, who cradled me in their arms pure as snow? In their eyes their love for me showed.
They are the ones who loved me I know.
Then one day without warning I went missing. Mommy and Daddy that's the day I was stolen.
No family Christmas or Easter hunt, Sunday brunch or picnic lunch.
Family photos I have none, in my heart I belong to someone.
What I wouldn't do to just have one more hug and kiss, Mommy and Daddy from you.
On that day when I was told to respect the elder, although I didn't know. Not all had a loving shoulder. I may be out there, yes, I'll be older. Don't stop looking; I may be your neighbor around the corner.
Did my puppy come back home? Does he want me to play? Mommy did you put my baby dolly away?
These are things I'll never know, unless you help me find my way home.
My family and loved ones still kneel and pray.
Please help me be reunited;
enough of our lives have been stolen away.
I'm tired of not knowing who I am or who I know I'm tired of feeling all alone.
If we all work together tell what we know, we can all help bring a missing someone back home.
Back home again with family and friends. Please don't give up help us till the end. Send us back home to our family and friends.
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The monarch butterfly is a distinct breed of butterflies. I hope one day that missing children will be distinct as will.
my closest friend Karen calls me Brendalee butterfly, a very warm caring loving person who thinks of children first, people who love and think of children first are distinct.
I have dedicated the last 4 years to missing children.
I have put my mind into the mind of a missing child and wrote a poem titled Cries of a Missing Child all the questions that must be going through a Childs mind.
like did they do something wrong. In April I went to the water falls and thought that May is national missing children's month that something beautiful should be done for the children.
I have planted a garden titled Missing children garden of hope, my own personal garden at this point, Someday I hopes to have a garden proclaimed in every town titled the butterfly garden of hope.
To help put the awareness out to everyone that yes there are missing children everywhere; that need our help.
I thought that this is missing children's month that a garden should be planted for them, flowers are as beautiful as a child.
I planted bleeding hearts a plant that grows hearts on each branch the heart is red and a dew like drop and the end tip.
The garden is around a maple tree and flowers of all kinds around it.
