Full Circle 
   by Jill Beck (Jaybe37@aol.com)

I know my mother loved me. 
She loved me, but she left me 
In the care of strangers, 
Unmindful of the dangers, 
Everywhere around, listen to the sound 
Of a little child, crying in the night 
Don't turn out the light! 
I know my mother loved me. 
"How beautiful you are," but a scar 
Lies across the jagged, ragged face 
Of my soul. Even now I am a woman grown. 
I have shown that I love my daughter. 
Yet she has been left, a little child 
Crying in the night 
In the care of strangers. 

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Jill's poem is in response to Joy Acey's "Mirror, Mirror" AlienFlower writing exercise:
http://www.xdrom.com/alienflower/teacherarchive