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"And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." - John 8:32
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Author:  Barbara Anderson
Bio: Barbara Anderson
Date:  June 19, 2013
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It's very still. I am inside you, although you may not know it.

If you leave me alone, I will grow. I can tell you, I am sucking my thumb. I just learned to do that. See, Mama, I can suck my thumb.

I am going to sleep. It is wonderful to be able to sleep. Thank you, Mama. I am growing every day.

See, my arms and legs are getting sronger. See, I will be able to run and play. My brain is being formed. Inside, a sense is growing. If you just leave me alone, my brain will grow. How wonderful it will be; you will see it grows each day.

Soon I will be able to sing and dance. I may not be good at it, but maybe I will. You are a good singer, maybe I will be, too. I would like to try. How many new things I am learning. It is so good to learn.

Somebody has given me the sense to form figures. I know I am not very good at it now, but I will learn. Maybe some day I will be able to spread figures across the room. If you leave me alone, I will grow and I will learn. Isn't that wonderful, Mama? Thank you, Mama.

There are so wonderful and many things I am learning. It is right there in my brain. Isn't it wonderful that some day I will be able to keep care of you, Mama. I will nature you. I won't desert you. Old people are thrown away because they are old. I won't let them throw you away. I will remember. I love you, Mama.

Oh! Someone is very near. He's coming closer. Oh, Mama, he has mean eyes. Protect me, please, Mama. He has bright and shiny things. He wants to hurt me. Oh, Mama, he has put his hands on me. Don't you see him, Mama.

Oh, it hurts. His shiny, bright things are hurting me. He is ripping my legs. He is tearing my arms. How long must this go on, Mama.


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Biography - Barbara Anderson

Barbara regularly writes for CapitolHillCoffeeHouse. She also appears in California Chronicle, Border Patrol, and Citizens Caucus. Her primary interest is illegal immigration, but she writes about other subjects as well.

Barbara lives in a large city on the West Coast. Her loyalties are with God, family, country, heritage and borders.

She enjoys music, painting, poetry and song writing.

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