

| Children in Need Sometimes I can’t help but wonder Why some children are torn asunder Why they come to life only to suffer There seems to be no break, it only gets tougher Would they ever have hope? How would they be able to cope? Will they be able to grow? How will they learn and know? Will they even feel joy? Will they ever have a toy? Will they ever hear the word “love”? Will they ever sense being “proud of”? Questions pour, one after the other I do have a side to me that is a mother But I can’t get engulfed in the emotion The best I can do is to be a drop in the ocean A drop of change, a sense of devotion Even if the process is a slow motion |