Pandora's Box
Special Section:
Passages of Hope
and Healing
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Who's Minding the Children?
Judith Williams
In loving memory of Christie ~
A dear heart I never got to know
Birth - it is a thing we all must do
To live, to grow, and see the sunrise break
To feel the warmth of a mother's love, so new
A journey, so trusting, unknowingly we take
Through unknown paths, knowing not where it leads to
Hopefully good things, as our newborn path we make
Loving hearts meant to love, hands meant to guide
Yet sometimes, it doesn't work out quite that way
The same beauteous child that some can't abide
Another would surely love until their dying day
A coin, flipped softly, while they take in stride
The gift so unwanted, the price their children pay
What makes a life suddenly become so disposable?
Is it really the right of life that we fight for?
Should that right not be a given, unquestionable?
Who will give us the key, to open that tarnished door?
Should not all children have love, unconditional?
Should not life make these tiny spirits soar?
If I could mother all babies, keep them undefiled
I would make that my pride, and my joy every day
To see a rosy cheeked smile on each cherubic child
I would give anything that I own to make things that way
To relieve their innocent pain, which drives me so wild
I would do anything, take all I own, and give it away
I know we have a wonderful world, but wonderful to who?
Is there someone who has not been touched
by sadness and pain?
Would you turn a child away, saying "there's nothing to do?"
What if it were your child, whose tears fell like rain?
Well, look, you'll find the answer deep inside of you
They are all "our" children, for if they don't exist,
who will remain?
© Judith Williams 1996
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