For The Child Who Knows Not Love. Poem by anthazia kadir

All a child ever needs is love,
But what happens to a child who knows not love?
He spends every waking minute,
longing for a mother's tenderness!
A father's strenght,
To make him the person he longs to be!
He spends every sleeping minute,
on his bed of cardboard,
dreaming about a life,
Of kings and horses.

Yes! To a child who knows not love,
he looks upon the dawning of each new day.
with renewed hope.
Within a life of uncertainty,
how does a mother feel to give up her baby-
to a world that is so cold?
How does a father feel to deny.
a life he has created?