bernadette herbertson

AN AFRICAN MOTHERS LOSS

Posted on Friday 30th July 2010 2:10 pm

Come sit by me my little one

Let me wipe the tears from your eyes

Your so dear to me my precious son

Your tender life not long begun

The pain in your body I know it's bad

Supplies didn't arrive today

Your big brown eyes so pitifully sad

For the heat of the sun took your food away

We listen each day, we look to the skies

All of us with our pitiful eyes

Plane please come bring supplies today

My little boy's life is slipping away

As you sit by me my little one

Your tears won't flow today

The plane has arrived my precious son

but not for you.....YOU SLIPPED AWAY

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Comments

Lynn Dye

Fri 30th Jul 2010 21:56

Oh, so sad, Bernadette, yet so good. Well done xxx

Bernadette Herbertson

Fri 30th Jul 2010 18:36

thank you so much for your positive comment steph..i actually had dated this one and it was done in 1987 ! !
xx-bernadette

stefan wilde

Fri 30th Jul 2010 16:14

There but for the Grace of God eh Bernadette-we should always remember these poor people,as much as possible...very sad poem,but well written-thank you very much-Stef-xx

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