Little Bright Eyes

Her blackest face a picture waiting
A portrait
Of sadness
Her broadest smile a treat
A delight
Her age just a guess
A smaller issue
For her
Her future so unknown
Today
A shameful day
And
Her father is just a memory
Of metal bars
Cold words
And
Her mother so depressed by alcohol and despair
Confirms
She has lost a confidante
A family
And love
A tragedy
But still she smiles
In hope
Of a chance
Her courage so immeasurable
Her heroism beckons
That
Will one day save her people?
Little bright eyes

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“Little Bright Eyes”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published: 
May 27th, 2007
Category: 
Aboriginal Poems
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