My Precious Haitian Child
I feel a tug upon my skirt
Big eyes looking up at me
Little hands outstretched my way
A beautiful face I see
His skin is creamy chocolate
His eyes are just the same
His hair is black and curly
He's calling out my name
A little life, so precious
His smile will melt your heart
He's one child out of many
Whose life has been torn apart
Some days his eyes shine brightly
As he giggles and runs around
But some days you see the sadness
As his tears fall to the ground
Some say, 'you can't make a
difference
Your time there isn't long
But he holds my hand and says, 'I
love you'
And today he smiles and sings a
song
A little person who comes running
And yells out 'Befiny!'
The weariness of a long day, fades
As he climbs upon my knee
But I've left this beautiful boy
behind
And my heart lays broken in two
I'm going back to find him
Yes, I'm going back... Will you?
Copyright © Bethany St John | Year Posted 2014
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