Crying Children

by
Elizabeth W. Bennefeld


Crying children whisper through my dreams
with voices faint and dying
from hunger and from fading hope.

I hold my heart untouched
behind a wall of patient waiting.
A few more months, my heart,
a few months only and they'll die,
their crying cease.

Then only ghosts of crying children
will disturb your sleep.

 

 

 

Note: This poem was originally published January of 1980 in a magazine put out by International Mission of Hope; it has since appeared in other publications, including Reflections (Seattle: HWN, Fall 1996) and The Nox Anthology - Dark Poets Against Abuse, and, during the 1990s, was read at the English poetry portion of a SHANI multimedia art exhibit protesting child slavery. Copyright © 1978-1980, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

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