And her middle name was,Tinymite®
She saw how cold the world can be,
before she was even born.
She asked the Lord to keep her peacefully,
where she'd be safe and warm.
There is so much good that is hardly shown,
if she could she'd make it better when she's grown.
A nice lady kept her protected in her tummy,
her love was ever so kind.
She never saw darkness inside her Mommy,
for only shelter she could find.
She was just a wee tyke: nobody heard her plea,
she cried so when seeing inhumanity and the like:
begging is anybody listening to me?!
Stop the uncaring racket just trying to sleep in here,
not ready to face the world yet:
and trembling with fear!
Please don't bring her into such a scary place,
would it hurt you to help one another
and bring a smile to her tiny face?
And then she was born she actually found True Love
Only to have him taken back where He came from above.
Now tinymite is no more no strength to fight
She found the world can be cold and that she was right....
Copyright ©2004~S@L later changed to Sally
revised by Mercy 2013©
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