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Fri 26 Nov, 2004 02:45 pm
Voices careless unkind,
Look at him,so unclean,
No uniform
Clothes worse for wear,
Don't talk,stay well clear,
heartless words, of fools,
Donald a boy,
A victim of fate,
Became my friend,
Mothers death,
Sister one to care,
Walking to school,
So alone sadness it hurts inside,
To see him at a loss.
Winter he looks so frail,
Something must be done,
invitation to tea,
My Mothers loving touch,
One day Father,
I will confess,
A lie please forgive,
My new coat that disappeared,
To Donald a gift.
Joe, I responded to this poem and when I hit send, A2K went under. I just want you to know how tender is your concern for those who have so little. Your very essence is created in your verse. This was a poem so akin to a gentle man. Thank you for it.
It is so like Katherine Mansfield's "The Doll's House."
Thanks Letty as always you are to kind, with your comments