A child called Gift
Conceived in fear and knife-edged pain
Paid in the currency of wickedness
A mother too young to survive,
A child
Having forgotten
Or not yet knowing
How to love
A gift from God
Wrapped in a plastic bag
And thrown.
The gift of sharp eyes
Of the boy who rescued her;
A gift to the world
Here, at this time,
A gift of life
To sadden and gladden,
A gift from the spirit of the universe.
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