Sign Of The Times Poem by jerry hughes

Sign Of The Times



I heard and saw a little girl,
a pretty little girl about five,
apparently lost in the noise
and rush of a supermarket;

Plaintively calling for mummy,
but mummy wasn't anywhere
to be found.

The next week I enquired at the
check-out about the little girl
to be told mummy was found,
in a toilet, with a needle in her arm;

Overdosed.

Leaving a beautiful little child;

Underloved.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison Cassidy 31 January 2008

A poignant reminder of the 'collateral damage' done by those who practice spiritual queue jumping. This is a bold and confronting piece that leaves a lump in the throat. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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