To The Girl With The Strawberry Ring
AUTHOR: LYNSAY HOLMES
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I do not know her, her life not in view,
Privilege removed from the war at weigh,
Little souls losing their light day by day,
I will never understand all she’s been through.
Uprooted to hospital, futile fight,
Now nothing but beds of sunken faces.
Yet human hope grows in hard places,
A prayer on her finger waiting for light
With hope of healing for the ones she loves,
She has survived beating all that has been.
The seeds outside in wait of waking bring
Hope that these people far, far away in
Happy homes on safe streets have her story seen.
She never takes off her strawberry ring.
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