To all you
children
Who suffer
alone
Who live by
your wits
Who tire of
four walls
And can’t go
outside to play.
All who are
lost
All who look
death and pain
In the face
everyday…
Children who
are hurt,
Children who
have forgotten how to cry
Children with
no lullaby…
I gather you
into my lonely arms
I hold you
close
And give you
what I can.
If I can’t
heal you, perhaps
We can learn
to hold on
To the sun
No matter how
dirty the sky
Today.
I know this feeling, David. I work with children every day and know their joy and sadness. When I see abused children or hear about it, I just want to rescue them all. Beautiful poem!
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