HOW MUCH FARTHER
How much farther today daddy, the weary child said,
As she tramped on with stooping gait and bowed head,
Hungry, cold and tired, body sick and aching right through,
Would they make it to the valley? Find pastures new.
Mommy is way behind shall we wait awhile rest just here,
The father looked back and saw his wife and baby quite clear.
She was kneeling with her head bowed in agony of prayer,
The dead baby in her arms, in heaven would be waiting there.
They left the handcart, others stopped the plan known too well,
Another tiny baby lost but now with Father has gone to dwell,
A very shallow grave and nothing to spare to wrap him up in,
A blessing given with comfort, for the pain that all felt within.
That night with a meagre meal they still sang a hymn of praise,
And I am sure the Lord wept as those weak voices did raise,
Would all awake next morning? how many could carry on,
Until they reached their goal and the mighty battle at last won.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 21 April 2006