STRANGE CUSTOMS
*They bind their little hands and feet
They say to make them small.
Their customs are very strange to us.
We understand them . . . not at all.
But here we bind their little hearts . . .
By all our customs too.
Day care centers . . . baby sitters . . .
Mothers gone . . . and more.
Mothers like detachment . . .
Mothers like detachment . . .
There's no bonding anymore.
Our loss is now affection
And love is out the door
When love goes . . . so does conscience
And troubles all the more!
Our only hope? Renewal
And families must see . . .
That children are most precious!
And their re-spon-si-bil-ity!
Our loss is now affection
And love is out the door
When love goes . . . so does conscience
And troubles all the more!
Our only hope? Renewal
And families must see . . .
That children are most precious!
And their re-spon-si-bil-ity!
©1982, Edna L. Ingram
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