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What is she worth .

What is she worth .

He is the sickness i suffer
My mind becomes ill
with sadness
Outraged with madness
Upon trying to understand
How a fathers love
Can be calculated
And violated
In the name of money
To place values of riches
Above the loins of birth
A creation out of love
For the love of non
What is she worth
A gilded bird
Beneath the sun
No warmth or tender thought
A child with hope
Clinging to a crying mother
No justice can be brought
Money over sweet honey
The innocence of a Childs love
Can be broken
When push comes to shove
Pleading for the comfort
Of a fathers love
No money nor gemstone
Can stand above all
I wish your heart could see
Her fragile face fall
Then maybe just then
You would end this brawl
To annihilate her mother
Once and for all .
Nardine Sanderson 30 /10/2014.

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Tony Taylor

Wow!!   So sad Big Sis!.........I know of what you speak........and it is beautifully conveyed here girlfriend..........VERY moving write............well done!!............he is the sickness you will overcome!...........smiles...........T  xx

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