My Precious Child.
A little girl,
Who was loved,
With all of my heart.
I had great hopes from her,
And full faith,
From the very start.
Who was loved,
With all of my heart.
I had great hopes from her,
And full faith,
From the very start.
I wouldn't let her,
Step out without shoes,
Or an umbrella.
I would protect her,
From rain and sun:
My beautiful Bella.
Step out without shoes,
Or an umbrella.
I would protect her,
From rain and sun:
My beautiful Bella.
She was short, or tall,
Or mocha, fair, dark,
Skinny or plump, so lovely!
No worry or dark thoughts,
Could ever touch her!
I protected her fiercely.
Or mocha, fair, dark,
Skinny or plump, so lovely!
No worry or dark thoughts,
Could ever touch her!
I protected her fiercely.
Now she battles,
Extremists in Nigeria,
Bomb attacks at Gaza.
She braves,
Boat travel from Sri Lanka,
And armed men at Iraq.
Extremists in Nigeria,
Bomb attacks at Gaza.
She braves,
Boat travel from Sri Lanka,
And armed men at Iraq.
My treasure,
I watch with impotency,
As you are shoved into maturity.
'Sorry' is just a worthless word,
I can sense how,
I have failed you fully....
I watch with impotency,
As you are shoved into maturity.
'Sorry' is just a worthless word,
I can sense how,
I have failed you fully....
Shraddha N. Pandey
15.08.2014
15.08.2014
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