A wee drop in the ocean only a beginning.
Pearls of golden tears we weep so revealing.
Beauty in the eyes we behold most fascinating.
A child in our arms we hold most frightening,
If we do not survive we will be dying
And in life there will be not thriving.
In expectance of faith we are hoping.
To gain back what we forfeit we are fighting,
And in the shadow of hope we are waiting.

Marcelle Roujade