A Slum Thought....
I clinged on to my mother,
and tightened my arms.
I saw the child roadside,
with so much of richness and charm.
I saw the chocolate in his hand,
and the furr jacket he wore.
he demanded on by one,
and everything his mother could bore.
He was carried and thrown,
ans swayed in the air.
He was kissed several times,
with all the happiness he was there.
I looked at my side,
i had nothing with me.
no charm and no riches,
just a dress with me , with full of stitches.
i had no doll to play,
not even a chocolate to eat.
a broken house to stay,
with so much of mud and heat.
i asked my mother...
"mother am i not a fortunate child?"
she replied "yes baby u are..."
"but the mighty god forgot to wrap you with fortune."
Copyright © Caroline Gibbs | Year Posted 2009
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