Gone Baby Gone.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
Water seeping through
A mixture of smells, mingling
With his cries
Chilling.
Left at the mercy of the elements
Sun, wind, earth and rain
Soiling himself, no one to clean
His body
Smelling.
She wasn’t prepared for him
He’d given only nine months notice
A period spent in regret
No one to advice
Shocking.
She doesn’t know the father
Neither sees herself a mother
She’s done her part
She can give no more
Depressing.
Could it be the hunger?
Or the exposure to the elements
Or the lack of his mother’s bosom?
All too soon, he’s gone
Would have been a Blessing.
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Oh, so sad. I want to scoop him up in my arms.
Yes Carrie, from what I read, he was found dead outside a university hostel.
So horrible!
I pinned this to my Life's hard truths board. Thank you for writing powerfully; your fierceness inspires.
Thank you so much Lynda, I am indeed humbled.
Sad stuff Dr E – poor little mite.
Anna
Yes indeed Anna.