I have been there...
Can I forget-now that I’m free
The hopelessness – the destiny
Of darkness that pervades
The secrecy of home;
That hiding so efficiently
Devours the life of little ones
Who have no place to go?
Day follows day into the night
And none can estimate the plight
Of stricken faces pressed in pillows
Knowing, yet denying,
Sorrows that the night can hold.
Cover me! Let no one see
Death devouring dignity!
The child is left alone.
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Linda settles
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