by Joye Lisk
Lonely form, a child found
Helpless cry with moaning sound.
The restless suffering in the cold
Homeless children, the tales unfold.
A price that cost so much it seems,
A broken heart in rubble’s dreams,
The toll is taken, the bridge is crossed,
The memories of connections lost.
Kids long to play and comfort be,
Someone to say it’s fine you see.
A petted head and held so tight.
A kiss and hug to make it right.
Their heart is then a different shape,
Not covered by a dusty scape.
But open to the outside world.
Singing, dancing…..being twirled.
Loved hearts beat fast, a rhythmic pace,
With kindness dance so full of grace,
A touch so rich and warm with light,
Calming voice in darkest night.
May there always be an angel there,
For Haiti’s kids to hug and share,
Love may come and never go,
Always there so they may know.
May lives be filled with sunny rays,
A love that comes and fills their days.
With hearts that hold…and always keep.
Them far from lonely nights that weep.
A child cries and do we hear,
The lonely sounds of soul so dear?
Without a roof or tummy full,
A mind that grows more dim and dull.
We must be wise and listen well,
To children’s cries from lonely hell.
This planet’s future and our soul.
Depends on love to pay the toll.
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