Angela's Song Poem by Kevin Moore

Angela's Song



She is nameless and forgotten-
among the vermin, waiting- small
and frightened and tired, afraid of what
tomorrow may bring home.
He is neglected and alone-
a promise forgotten and spent-
waiting for what he does not know, sorrow
his only yesterday.

The child’s heart sings to angels, and
The angels hold them close-
They’re not forgot by Heaven’s host
Nor by the angels, here among us,
Holding children close.

The fatality of Being
surrounds them, their youth defined by
fetid waste; the salt taste of tears the meal
they share alone, today.
They are Baltimore’s hidden child,
(alone, afraid and voiceless) , yet
she goes- alone- among them, still Believes
in what tomorrow holds.

The child’s heart sings to angels, and
The angels hold them close-
They’re not forgot by Heaven’s host
Nor by the angels, here among us,
Holding children close.

These children often hide from her
(they have forgotten hope and fear
that nothing changes) , still she trudges on
rebuilding yesterday.
She brings change and- introducing
hope (though not always painless) - lends
courage to tears and belief in what may
be possible, today.

The child’s heart sings to angels, and
The angels hold them close-
They’re not forgot by Heaven’s host
Nor by the angels, here among us,
Holding children close.

Today, tomorrow, yesterday-
without her strength, impossible-
new hope, dry eyes and courage to Believe
in Baltimore, right now.

The child’s heart sings to angels, and
The angels hold them close-
They’re not forgot by Heaven’s host
Nor by the angels, here among us,
Holding children close.
And angels walk among us, still,
Holding children, close.

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