My Child

My Child

My child
....I weep for you

as I beg to God
to hold your pain in my own hands


My sweet baby....
I want to wish away your misery
...and place your suffering upon my own soul


My heart is heavy
...as I touch your head

My voice trembling
...as I whisper your name



My child
...I stand deafened by my own sobbing
frustrated with the unfairness of it all...


So much anguish
... for the human heart to bear


as I mourn for you...
my child....


- Debbie Lyn Jones



About: As I was leaving work one day, I paused to see reports of the Haiti earthquake unfolding on a TV monitor by the elevator. I went to my car, pulled out paper and pen.. and wrote the verse above. No edits. I created this video putting the writing to a tune & added photos. My tribute: https://youtu.be/fHTSmIi4w9M