TO SARAH

Sarah wears her golden shoes,
In robes of satin, and shining blue,
Bright white pearls, adorn her neck,
Her braided hair, flaunt roses red.

She holds her little, purse in hand,
She calls for moma, shall we take a cab?
To the fairy land, of flowers and dolls?
Of twinkling lights, and colourful walls.

There music flows, and angels fly,
Together they dance, in the starlit night,
As moma claps, and all they sing,
The angels flap their tiny wings.

As tears flow down, her rosy cheeks,
Her dark blue eyes, her smile so sweet,
The sky it roars, a storm does set,
Her satin robes, and shoes go wet.

On blinking eyes, true light, it dawns,
Her ragged hair? Her clothing torn?
And then! she hears, that shreak she dreads,
Wake up, silly girl ! It’s time to beg!!