Abandoned

 

Wrapped in a soft white fleece blanket, placed in a small bamboo basket

Just enough to fit her tiny body
Lay the fragile, paltry of an angel; with bright blue eyes, soft pink lips
Kicking her tiny feet, a soft whimpering was heard
Abandoned and disowned, near the Church gate, she lay
Was she the blossom of a love that died off?
Was she the reverberation of a passionate wrong?
Alas now she lay abandoned, eschewed and shunned,
By the stomach that endured the crest of pain, to bring her into this world.
Anon a pair of gentle hands picked her up,
Held the angel close to her breasts, traversing a motherly warmth
Gurgling sweet nothings, to the tiny soul that lay unaware.
But from somewhere far beyond, was a pair of anxious eyes,
Vigilantly keeping a watch and guarding with repentance
Yes, Abandon she did – an unforgivable crime
An unfathomable pain for a healing womb
But yet she did it with curses galore
For she was a mother, and to armour her child
Abandon she had to, her bundle of joy.