A child is lost, unable to cry whisked far away, no-one knew why her crime had a cost, she saw on that day she had many a child, their fate she knew not she lived her life wild, all her children forgot Kelly Kasper-Blake 2001 Advertisements
poetry
When you give them away, do you know where they go? Do you know who might touch them? and in what kind of way? Will they know where they’ve come from? or know their birth name? Do you think they’ll be cherished? and loved everyday? When they hurt will you feel it? as if it’s …
You can’t pick and choose a Kasper Because Kaspers are the same After all, A Kasper is still a Kasper By any other name -Kelly Kasper (Blake) 2017
