By Atika Baji
Every tear you cry, Oh dear child
Will be a flowing stream in heaven so high
Every wail that rips your small, weak chest
Will be a smile on your lips full of jest
Every cut on your tiny, little frame
Will glisten with pride on the final day
Oh dear child, stay fighting and strong
In the fields of heaven is where you belong
Atika is a first year English and creative writing student. She writes short stories and poems and posts them on her poetry Instagram account here.
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LOVE the poem Atika! ☺
loved this, thank you for sharing! 😀
Powerful and empowring, loved it!!