Fall Harvest


Fall Harvest 

Dirty pink bundle left on the street
faint feeble heart, uneven  
crying, gasping for breath,
calling for help. 

Who will come?
Who will succor the abandoned?
The hopeless?

Mother’s love absent, 
father’s protection forgotten
familial support blown away 
in the October wind.

Time of harvest, but
damaged fruit, like
refuse, tossed aside
without thought.

A child is not a piece of bad produce.

Charged with doing no
harm, oath abdicated...coldly sent
to die...alone-quickly forgotten.
No record of life...
of death.

She never existed.

But God works in mysterious ways
sending an angel to
hold her softly,
gently. 

For the only time 
in her short life
she was


Loved.

For Jenine Basaraba, Nanjing China; October 2013


Comments

  1. Cynthia July 19, 2018 at 1:07 PM

    Lovely Susan

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  2. worldbeginningsJuly 19, 2018 at 2:56 PM

    It was such a sad, sad thing. China has a terrible problem with sick children, especailly girls.

    ReplyDelete

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