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Requiem for a Motherless Child
I was buried in a tomb for unknown persons. When I was alive I knew nothing of this life. Now that I'm dead I seem to have acquired it all. My heartless mother abandoned me, unwanted, Left me on the cold stairs of the door of Poor Claire's. The rain fell incessantly and I cried hungry. It was a time when the pandemic COVID raged. Sister Grace was immune and she heard my poor plight. She carried me inside, took care of me, knowing I would not survive the night. She prayed the last rites, She baptised me, named me Ruth. By morn I was dead. Someone found a white box and laid me inside it. Wearing a face mask and gloves they drove me quickly To a small cemetery. No one wanted me. No records were kept, just known as “Ruth Unwanted”. Then my spirit moved out of my body and I Was lifted high, up above the wet cypress trees, Above the clouds, above the sun, amongst the stars. I heard angelic symphonies in a bright place. I saw Him smiling with love, coming towards me. No dirge was needed now. I knew I was wanted.
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