My Little Child Poem by samuel nze
My Little Child
Hear again the sobs
Perceive the demure
Weep with him
My little child.
Long past and fearing
Today like days gone by
Hoping yet unseeing
It was my little child.
Oh my little child you speak
Silent volumes of painful misery
The hardship and gloom
I see all.
The lessons are not lost to us
Posterity will know them still
If I take you out of my sight
I cannot remove you from my mind.
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4/25/2024 3:34:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
No you never can. Very well written Jan