Was introduced to this poem by the thesis (draft) of one of our students, Ayan Ghosh, this evening. The poem by Fay Clayton attempts to sum up the feelings of a baby who was severed from life before her eyes could see the world. Worth reading and pondering over. Just was thinking how grateful we are for life, a gift of God...
My shining feet will never run
On early morning lawn;
My feet were crushed before they had
A chance to greet the dawn
My fingers will never stretch
To touch the winning tape;
My race was done before I learned
The smallest steps to take
My growing height will never be
Recorded on a wall;
My growth was stopped when I was still
Unseen and very small
My lips and tongue will never taste
The good fruits of the earth;
For I myself was judged to be
A fruit of little worth
My eyes will never scan the sky
For my high-flying kite;
For when still blind, destroyed were they
In the black womb of the night
I'll never stand upon a hill
Spring winds in my hair;
Aborted winds of thought closed in
On motherhood's despair
I'll never walk the shores of life
Or know the tides of time;
For I was coming but unloved,
And that my only crime
Nameless am I, a grain of sand
One of the countless dead,
But the deed that make me ashen grey
Floats on seas of red
by Fay Clayton, November 8th 1972
Source: Truthtv.Org
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