Daughter Death Poem

Poem Wanting Violence Against Children To Stop

My daughter, then 8 years old, was shot and killed during a house robbery in 2011. I have always written poetry and used this as an outlet for the roller-coaster of emotions that I went through. This is my personal favorite as there are thousands of mother in South Africa living the nightmare on a daily basis.

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Angels Cry

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Published: June 2016

Why must mothers say goodbye?
Every time children die -
The angels cry.

Stop the hurt and stop the pain.
Never any gain, just a nation's shame,
a laughable blame game.
Only headstones remain.

Sisters and brothers ripped from
fathers and mothers.
Empty chairs and empty beds,
fill empty homes - hung by threads.

Let our children play and shine.
Just a day without that headline.
Safe in the streets and safe in their beds,
no bruises and bullets - we beg!

Why must mothers say goodbye?
Every time children die -
The angels cry.

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