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I Found Her Heartbroken
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
Her hot tears made my own eyes glisten
as on and on she labored, outspoken.
In time, her story would in part, soak in;
she wanted her baby to be christened.
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
A neighbor’s harsh words had woken
her to the fact, people will call this sin -
do unmarried mothers deserve prison?
The town gossips’ pardon would be token;
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
Her story dug deep breaking my spirit.
She wanted help in her sorrow,
more than just someone to hear it.
Someone who would find time tomorrow
gathering young moms to share and borrow.
Acceptance is what heals a broken heart;
getting involved is a good place to start.
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Reason A. Poteet
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