Born In the Slums

~Born In The Slums.~ She was born in the slums sixty three years ago by a mother out of wedlock delivered her all alone In an empty dirty corridor due to a mistake she committed one night out of lust, or maybe out of love, we will never know. New born first cry to freedom Mothers last cry from freedom New born first breath to live Mothers last breath to die Echoes of life and death In that empty room. A mother laying on the floor In a pool of blood, A new born attached loosely To the mothers last breath As her destiny short lived. Nobody to welcome that new born alive with no flowers no balloons no father nor a grandmother no doctor nor a nurse no bed not even sheets on the floor. No decor for a new born baby with no name alone nude no one to clean her up, yet that last link between mother and daughter a cord separating life from death. Rescued by that stranger living in the slums He carried her in his arms covering her fragile body with his shirt walked towards the church rang the bell and delivered her to the priest. Today she wrote; here i am today grown up and happily married with two children. Terry 16/1/2013