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The eyes of a newborn can’t focus,
in the womb there are no lights,
no menacing shadows all is warmth,
just a soothing beat from mother’s heart
waiting for the blessed of all days
when flesh from flesh said it’s time,
a surprising hard slap and sudden cold,
an the prisoner of pain will cry.
A toddler runs, it is the first time
that freedom is granted without
boundaries, to run so free, or with
the support of well known hands,
until, reaching the point of no return
the inevitable fall and the surprise,
a sharp pain in one of the knees
and the prisoner of pain will cry.
A little boy came home from school
and find that silence took his house,
but all the rooms are full of people
and suddenly the boy is felt with fright,
almost inaudible whispers, consolations,
why are his mother sobbing so hard?
anguish realizing Daddy isn’t here
and the prisoner of pain will cry.
A teenager girl defying mother’s curfew
returns home showing every room’s lights,
“big trouble” she things opening the door
a few neighbors are surrounding her Dad,
when he looked at her with sad reddened eyes
she understood missing that final goodbye
to a sick mother in bed and a broken curfew,
and the prisoner of pain would cry.
Try to explain to small orphan children
and the words they wouldn’t understand,
why everybody have fathers and mothers
granted to so many that they didn’t have,
they only know that solitude is theirs
and the other children own the smiles,
in bed, every night, they will feel pain,
and the prisoners of pain will cry.
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"...and the prisoners of pain will cry" so aptly said. It reminded me that my heart was broken when my Father died, I was 13. Three years later my Mother remarried - I had a Dad. My pain was gone.
God bless you. Kathy
Regis
Carole~
luv,
ET
You have opened our eyes to the pain that the children suffer due to circumstances that we thought we, the adults, were the only ones who grieves. Little children have feelings too.
I remember when I was 6-1/2 years old, and waiting all morning for my grandfather to wake up to hold me, except he did not wake up at all. I was actually heartbroken with grieves, but strangely I couldn't shed a tear. I remember how my grandmothers and relatives scolded me saying how grandpa loved me so much and yet I didn't shed a tear; but if only they all knew I died too with my grandpa on that day...
Sandie Angel :o(
Newfie hugs for the children, Rose
Very good write, Georg,
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Does Ed junior (below) know something that I don't? (-:
richard
Great write.
Becca~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Mary
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :( >tears! <
Cryssa
Christine
Ted