Thought On Viewing A Babies Grave. Poem by Bryan Sefton
Thought On Viewing A Babies Grave.
Thought on viewing a baby's grave
'I came as a breeze
That barely blew
I gave but a sigh
On passing through.'
The laboured breath
The hesitant heart
One single look
At a world apart
The simple act
That proved a rout
Of taking in
And giving out
Too much, too much
For little lungs
That can't maintain
What's just begun
But ears can hear
Who none can see
'Come little one.
Come, come to me'
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