She Is The Image Of My Daughter At Three

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    She Is The Image Of My Daughter At Three

     She is the image of my daughter at three
    I could be the mother begging on the street
    "Please, please, help us with a little something
    we have no food, no shelter, no husband"
    I would plead
    I would repeat
    I would do anything to feed my baby

    The fast pace world passes us by
    no one hears our pleads with silent cries
    drivers rush homes where reside love ones
    hopeless mother faces dark doom
    homeless child still in famine
    holding her only comfy blanket
    gazing into horizons' darken sky

    Pity brings tears into my eyes
    echoes of hungry cries hunt me inside
    pains make a mockery of human life
    I long to alleviate evil
    spread goodness to mankind
    feed this homeless child
    lend your hands

    She is the image of my daughter at three
    I could be the mother begging on the street
    "Please, Please, help us with a little something
    We have no food, no shelter, no husband"
    I would plead
    I would repeat
    I would do anything to feed my baby

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    arayablue commented on She Is The Image Of My Daughter At Three

    10-12-2009

    I know the feeling of this. Wonderfully written of pain and of hungry child. Your work is amazing! Thank You! ArayaBlue
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    phatdaddee commented on She Is The Image Of My Daughter At Three

    07-15-2009

    Wow great job Susan! I really felt your empathy, if thats even possible! Thanks for sharing! Phat and phorming my own phantasies!
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    susanthewinner

    07/15/2009

    Thanks, phatdaddee

    susanthewinner

    07/20/2009

    THanks

    UnworthyFather commented on She Is The Image Of My Daughter At Three

    07-06-2009

    Susan, you have a beautiful heart, and it shows in this poem. What mother or father - that can call themselves such - would not do absolutely anything to feed their child? Even to the point of prostitution and drugs? You have captured this very well, Susan. Thanks for sharing. 10
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    susanthewinner

    07/08/2009

    Thanks, UF. I would like to leave readers imagining on their own...

    StandingBear commented on She Is The Image Of My Daughter At Three

    07-01-2009

    A nicely written take on the homeless child UPA PICTURE CHALLENGE. Your heart is large, i love your unique style.
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    susanthewinner

    07/01/2009

    Thanks, StandingBear

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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