When Birth Brings No Mirth… 

In Africa, the first day of life is most times the last.  Infant mortality rates have to be curbed so our children may live. 

I wrote this short poem inspired by a picture I saw concerning the subject.

UNBORN, UNAWAKE

Let our children be born

And death’s harbinger gone 

So the cradle will be warm 

By their enchanting form


Let our little ones live 

For the sacrifice their mothers did give

So the matrons may smile 

Even though just for a while

©2017 2edged pen

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