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Canada, and it is with great love and pride that I offer images of my beautiful island birthplace. I hope you enjoy your visit to my site.
Most of my life has been spent in Cape Breton, |
To shed fresh tears upon spring sod,
And as somber daylight turns to black,
A silent plea rings out to God.
"God please save your little children.
Keep us safe in unsafe homes.
We cannot hide our shame and sorrow,
Behind closed doors in pain - alone".
A child confused, in fear of darkness,
Aches for love. A love she misses.
No mother's arms reach out to hold her,
And daddy gives no goodnight kisses.
Loud angry voices fill her night,
And afraid to cry - she lies so still,
While monstrous visions come to haunt,
This fragile child - this daffodil.
She does not hear the words, "I'm sorry",
Just daddy's threats and mommy's cries,
And with no love to ease her heartache,
A piece of the blossoming flower dies.
©Karen Close
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