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A TEAR ON HER CHEEK
A picture on the wall, a simple painting of a sad girl,
Tears in her eyes, one on her dirty cheek like a lustrous pearl,
Black filthy hair draped her face that was quiet gaunt,
After I saw it that sight seemed to me often daily haunt.
Why so dirty and why did those sad tears flow?
Had she no one to love her, was there no home for her to go?
Was she lost and all alone, no one left to care,
I just wanted to hug her to show her love and care.
How can I help the hopeless children like this?
My heart is full, I want to give each a hug and kiss,
Feed them and bathe them, let them know I care,
Hopefully just a little of the good life to share.
But a few coins a day is not the answer I know,
Leaders of the world should deep true caring show,
Everyone stop fighting, let love and trust heal.
Share the bounties equally so all true joy may feel.
Don’t cry little girl, let me wipe your tears away,
Let me feed and clothe you, heal your heart today,
I wish I could set this world aright for children like you,
So there’d be no more painting of a child in pain to view.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 25, 2002