- Death & Loss of Life
ABANDONED ANGELS IN HOSPICE CARE BY AUSTRALIAN POET LEE DURMAJ
Lee, you are so well known for your beautiful and sensual love poems that we often forget about your great love and concern for children, especially those without a loving home. Have you written a poem about your feelings for such children?
My life was touched by children living in a hospice. I have listened to people whose life evolves with abandoned children and those living in a hospice... Being a mother and a grandmother I could not imagine any child having to go through such a painful experience, my heart aches for these children. What they endure wasn’t hard to imagine. To be abandoned is devastating enough, but to then be given a death sentence and to see your fellow patients who became your friends and then die the next day. It is hard enough for adults to come to terms with such sorrow yet alone children. Much too young to endure such painful events, I felt these beautiful Angels needed a voice; they inspired me to write this poem. This poem is dedicated to all the orphaned children everywhere, those left with bodies destroyed by war, illness and abuse.
Sweet Little Angels
(Dedicated to all the ~ Abandoned Children living in a Hospice. These are their silent words )
So much sadness, so many tears I’ve cried
I look at my life and I wonder, why!
Why was I born to feel only this pain?
Forever lost in faith, hope and my dreams;
who wipes all the tears from my face away?
Whatever I longed for will never be,
Cast aside, left to die, is this destiny?
Conceived in love! So they want me to believe.
I was created then left abandoned;
did you not hear me pleading with thee?
Who will love me? No one’s around to see.
Don’t you understand that I feel alone?
I too, long to be loved! I’m just a child
Where are the arms to hold me when I’m in pain?
To sing lullabies comfort and love me; I’m brave!
Can anyone tell me how does it feel?
So many speak of a love that is real,
on what conditions are you granted this gift?
Maybe I should apply; too late I’ve died.
No one wanted to love me, I see Angels cry.
By Leokadia Durmaj
Copyright © 20th July 2009