The Child Poem by Mark Boyle

A child of shame
was born this day.
There was no one here,
to give a name.
His tears that fell,
from a heart so tired,
would fill an ocean,
before they supside.
A caring hand.
A gentle touch.
To guide the way.
For future hope.
A stranger once,
this shameful child,
is loved by one
and kept alive.