Aphrodite's Wizard awrd-winning piece "Thanks for giving" in Homers made me dredge up the first poem I ever wrote 41 years ago in Singapore. This was a scene that affected me very strongly.
I know this is very dated but it is the sentiment of Lindi's poem which prompted me to resurrect it.
I saw him crouched upon the busy roadside, In dreams his palm, was still outstretched in hope. This child whose dusky face was so angelic Was fettered to his mother by a rope.
Then as I watched, he stirred, and eyelids opened, Revealing eyes that spoke of many things, Of lovelessness and unrelenting hunger, Framed by an aura which to the valiant clings.
Compassion stirred from deep within my being, My heart was pounding loud within my breast. What could I do? How help relieve his suffering? But toss a coin –and pass by like the rest?
All rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished work
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