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Sunday, July 24, 2011


We don't know why
It happened, and
We truly don't understand,
We feel that
You were a part of
All families
In our Lands.

Your short sweet life
Has touched our hearts,
So many people prayed
You never will be
As we live from
Day to day.

The pain that you
Did suffer,
To understand is not
Only God knows
How a mother,
Could be so evil
And kill her only tot.

Your family mourns
A precious loss,
They are so
Very sad,
Our prayers go
Out to Grandma,
And also your Granddad.

So many tears were
Shed that day,
When they found
Your small remains,
How many children
Have to live with abuse
We cry, our pillow stains.

I know your life was short
Dear Caylee,
You suffered needlessly,
But now you smile from up above
You have finally been
Set free.

If you could tell
All children,
And a message to
Your Grandparents send,
Of what it's like
In Heaven,
Their hearts would surely mend.

I write this poem
For Caylee,
I write for all abuse
Of children who live
In horror and pain,
On the loose.

Written by: Mary Graziano

Feelings of Guilt

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Feelings of Guilt

Sitting by your bedside
Every night and everyday,
I felt so sorry for you
All I could do was pray.

I prayed for peace to come to you
So no more suffering you would feel,
I stroked your forehead tenderly
I knew you wouldn't heal.

I told you that I loved you
It seemed so very odd,
How could I love someone like you
No answer did I get from God.

So many tears I shed that day
I knew the end was near,
I told you it would be alright
As I whispered in your ear.

I never heard I'm sorry
And now it is too late,
Maybe that would have helped me
All those years, how I did wait.

Watching you become a "shell" of a man
It broke my heart to see,
Maybe this was your punishment 

Of what you did to me.

In pallative care we kept you
But I felt guilty deep inside,
I felt like I did murder you
Even today I've sat and cried.

I whispered to you to let go
Be free from all your pain,
I asked if you were sorry
But there just was no refrain.

Staring at the ceiling
I wondered what you did see,
Memories coming from the past
Of what you did to me?

You passed away, no more pain
I watched you as you died,
I cried for you, you were my dad
But our secrets we did hide.

So many secrets between us
That were sealed away with time,
But I will somehow release them
Now that I'm in my Prime.

I kept you on a pedestal
Which was not suppose to be,
But we had some really good times
And my heart it did agree.

But the shadows from the past still come
They overtake the good,
My nightmares see your presence still
In front of my "little" self you stood.

Three years ago you passed away
I feel guilty for not visiting your grave,
But I just can't bring myself to go
That little girl in me is not brave.

Just maybe one day I might forget
The past that still clings to me,
And help that sombre little girl
So we both can be set free.

written by Mary Graziano

I started writing this poem when I stayed at my dad's bedside all night long for 3 weeks before he died. Everyone in my family told me to go home and rest, that he didn't know I was there. But there was something deep inside of me that wanted me to stay each night, sleeping in a chair for short periods, then checking on my dad. I felt so guilty for putting him into Palliative Care hearing him whisper "I'm hungry" and the nurse coming to give him a higher dose of morphine so he wouldn't feel the hunger pains. I really did and still to this day feel like a murderer. I haven't been able to visit his grave as I said in the last lines of my poem, I don't know why, I don't know if I'm afraid to, that too many memories will flood back to me, I just don't know...

Today, I finished this poem.


Some nights when I dream
I dream of glorious things
A world that is free from strife,
Where there is much love
From our God above,
A miraculous vision that we call Life.

But when from my dreams I awake
My heart how it breaks
Because I know it was not real,
There is so much abuse
Against children so small,
I know they just can't heal.

So much sadness abounds
For these little ones
Who have no voice and are so helpless,
Some help must come
To speak up for them,
And set them free from all duress.

It is up to us to be the ones
To raise childrens' spirits high
To loudly speak up and be listened to
And shout for all to hear,
We will tell the world that we do care,
So maybe others will take our cue.

Our world what it needs
Is to be free from such hurt
So all children, peace, will know,
Spread this message around
And the children will see,
That my dream was meant to grow.

written by Mary Graziano

This is what I spent my morning doing, writing this poem. and I want to thank Dreamcatchers, for getting me to write again after so long, For some reason today I am hurting, and am feeling very low, so writing this did help to take my mind off of myself and putting it onto the poor children out their who are being abused in so many ways..Thank You....Mary