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Muruluisku · 20-04-2014, 06:07 PM

Thank you for listening LittleCould, Katie and Kat, and for your lovely comments :)

This one I wrote when I was ten, the abuse continued intermittent and unpredictable but I made a new friend, which made me happier. She was called Darling and she and her family were refugees from Africa and very unusual in our little village. Not many kids in our classroom wanted to talk to her or sit with her, but I really liked her. I guess I felt I knew what it's like to feel different to other kids. First she didn't speak our language but she taught me a song in her language, so I wrote this poem to the melody she taught me:

It was a sunny day in spring time
When the little hummingbird
Came back to spend the summer in our yard.
And she sang us many songs
About her travels, and the land
Somewhere faraway in the heart of Africa.
Hello, hey there, my little darling.
I hope you stay here, in your new home.
Though your wings must be so tired,
I hope you'll make it through today.

My sister's baby son was napping
Under our big old birch tree,
The hummingbird sang
"He's brand new for me to see"
And she sang him lullabies
From the bottom of her heart,
Faraway songs from the heart of Africa:
"Hello, hey there, my little darling.
Please stay here, in your new home.
Though your wings must be so tired,
just try and make it through today."

The hummingbird shelters her young ones,
Like all the other little birds,
Under the branches of our big old birch tree.
And there's a new girl in our neighbourhood
With black hair and deep dark eyes
Her old home was in the heart of Africa.
Hello, hey there, our little Darling,
We hope you stay here, in your new home.
Though your wings must be so tired,
We hope you'll make it through today....
I hope you'll make it through today....
Just try and make it through today....

<3: Muru

20-04-2014, 06:07 PM	#5
Muruluisku Join Date: Jan 2014	Thank you for listening LittleCould, Katie and Kat, and for your lovely comments :) This one I wrote when I was ten, the abuse continued intermittent and unpredictable but I made a new friend, which made me happier. She was called Darling and she and her family were refugees from Africa and very unusual in our little village. Not many kids in our classroom wanted to talk to her or sit with her, but I really liked her. I guess I felt I knew what it's like to feel different to other kids. First she didn't speak our language but she taught me a song in her language, so I wrote this poem to the melody she taught me: It was a sunny day in spring time When the little hummingbird Came back to spend the summer in our yard. And she sang us many songs About her travels, and the land Somewhere faraway in the heart of Africa. Hello, hey there, my little darling. I hope you stay here, in your new home. Though your wings must be so tired, I hope you'll make it through today. My sister's baby son was napping Under our big old birch tree, The hummingbird sang "He's brand new for me to see" And she sang him lullabies From the bottom of her heart, Faraway songs from the heart of Africa: "Hello, hey there, my little darling. Please stay here, in your new home. Though your wings must be so tired, just try and make it through today." The hummingbird shelters her young ones, Like all the other little birds, Under the branches of our big old birch tree. And there's a new girl in our neighbourhood With black hair and deep dark eyes Her old home was in the heart of Africa. Hello, hey there, our little Darling, We hope you stay here, in your new home. Though your wings must be so tired, We hope you'll make it through today.... I hope you'll make it through today.... Just try and make it through today.... <3: Muru Last edited by Muruluisku : 20-04-2014 at 08:54 PM.
Muruluisku Join Date: Jan 2014	Muruluisku - my big sister's pet name for me, she also calls me her little shadow because I'm quiet and followed her everywhere when I was little. I may be quiet, but happy to listen, hold your hand and hold on, riding the storms with you.