TO THE CHILD

To the child

Who met death

On the path to life,

I love you

To the child

Who found life

Yet found no love,

I love you 

To the child

Who found life

And found love too,

I love you

To the child

Who knows no love

But gives bread to a stranger,

I love you

To the child

Who labors from dawn till dusk

To feed his world,

I love you

To the child

Whose soul is seared

And body scarred with the rod,
I love you

To the child

Who cries herself to sleep

On the hem of defilement,

I love you

To the child

Who sings in the alley

Because he has everything,

I love you

To the child

Who can bear it no more

And prays to God her soul to take,

I love you

To the child

Who is thrown like a burden

From a foster shed to another,

I love you

To the child

Whose clothes are rags

And yet knows happiness,

I love you 

To the child

Who is dressed in fine purple and linen

And knows no happiness,

I love you

To the child

Born or unborn,

Happy or sad,

I love you

To my nephews and niece
Ebube, Dubem, Dera and Amanda,
I love you beyond words can describe
You light up my world

To my unborn children

I pray to God for the grace

To be the best mother—because

I love you.

This poem is dedicated to my nephews and niece, and to every child, born or unborn, bond or free, happy or sad, rich or poor - Jesus loves you

Picture source: www.pinterest.com