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He was left, wrapped, in a blanket,
A note, was left near by,
Somewhere, a young mother cries,
For reasons, no one, knows why.
Precious,
As a rose bud, blooming in June,
Left alone,
As the brightest, of full moons.
In a hospital, fighting for life,
God's greatest gift, must survive,
As he searches, for the warmth,
A mother denied.
If only, I knew his name,
And was able, to suffer his pain,
I would, let him sleep, gently silent,
As I cry away, his obvious chains.
Tears, oh Tears,
Streaming down, my eyes,
Save some, for my tomorrow,
So I may cry, away his sorrows.
By: William Bonilla.....2/23/02
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Tinka
The poem is beautiful with much feeling. I'm glad that, being a policeman, you yet have much compassion. So many people are hardened by seeing and/or knowing too much.
I would add 'ed' to abandon in your title as the mother already did the deed but the poem is perfect :)! I hope the infant survived. Did he?
M*