Motherly love

 

A young happy go lucky boy with a cheeky grin,

He kept leaves in a scrapbook and coins in a tin.

Snatched off the street by a depraved pair,

Deprived of his future with a mother to share.

 

A depressing saga that all went wrong,

A son never found, a mum who searched for so long.

Winnie never gave up looking for her son,

Her body faltered but her mind won.

 

There is no love greater than a mother's love,

You fought till the end and still will from above.

Through suffering, sadness and despair,

Your motherly love was always there.

 

Sadness flows as I write this verse,

Wishing on Brady I could bestow a curse.

For the pain and torment he has created,

On Winnie and her family who for 5 decades waited.

 

Brady refused to do the right thing,

And pin point the "grave " that Keith lay in.