AN AFRICAN MOTHERS LOSS
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
Lynn Dye
Fri 30th Jul 2010 21:56
Oh, so sad, Bernadette, yet so good. Well done xxx