My Children In Africa Poem by Rik Bertrand

I have witnessed what should not be
I have cried for dead and gone.
My tears have all but dried up,
But I will do what no others done.

The children of Africa are many.
And they are all well worth saving
So I will hold out my helping hand
And pray for worldwide braving.

I do my best to help the children,
I sew dresses, and ship them away.
I hope to clothe the little ones,
That have never seen clothes to this day.

I am but a single person,
Caring for gods lost children
Hoping for a better world,
Where we can all be human.

I love you little children
I dream of you every night
And if I could be there loving you
I would be on the first flight.

All though I am old frail,
And into my later years,
I work my little heart out,
To stay off all the tears.

I love the children of Africa,
I am worried for their plight.
They have so little in their life
And their future is a fight.

To see their smiling faces,
As they receive their little dresses.
To see the glow in their eyes,
It's better than their caresses.

REB (FEB 2012) To Marge Goad my Second Mom