Open Poetry #7 |
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My first and last birthday |
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ghirgag Junior Member
since 2000-04-26
Posts 11 |
My first and last birthday "I am Sara, a oneyear old baby. Today is my first and last birthday, last because I have an incurable illness: I am dying. My birthday is an unhappy day for me. I am sad. The eyes of my mommy and daddy are full of tears and I feel ill. I have difficulty breathing, I am weak, I get tired also just taking a toy. So I spend my last moments thinking ………………..I think of those lonely children all over the world that are dying without having not even the comfort of the eyes of their parents. Dying in an advanced Pediatric Intensive Care Unit or dying alone in a bleak hut, is always dying, but what sadness when the cause of death is not an incurable disease but a pneumonia that would have been able to have been cured by an antibiotic. Why do not you, adults, do all you can to help poor children? Take care of them, they have no fault. Thinking that every 3 seconds somewhere a poor child is dying is awful. Children, as all innocent victims, paid and are paying for the avidity of many adults." I wrote what I read in the eyes of Sara. Actually I am very sad because she is dying. "Goodbye Sara". P.S. Many children die and we can do nothing but too many children are dying (40000 each day, WHO) and WE DO VERY LITTLE |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Thanks for sharing Sara's story...you have a soft and a compassionate heart...it is sad that innocent children suffer for our mistakes. James |
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