Maddie

Maddie

 

Poor little Maddie.

Her mummy and daddy

Did not take the care that they should.

They left her untended.

Their peace has been ended

And now they have lost her for good.

 

They went to the Pope.

Could he give them some hope?

Could his prayers bring a little girl home?

He might pray for her soul.

But he cannot control

The forces of evil that roam.

 

If their daughter’s alive,

She may prosper and thrive.

But she won’t be a child. Childhood ends.

And they’ve lost precious years

That have filled up with fears.

And all for a drink with their friends.

 

©Ruth Twyman Lockyer June 2014