This is a well written poem,I enjoy reading it.You never cease to amaze me with your compassion and sensitivity for your fellow human beings.People especially parents shouldn't take out their anger on anybody especially children.take good care of yourself.God bless you
I've often seen mothers dealing harshly with their offspring. I suppose their cuteness wears off when you have to be their guardians 24/7. But recently I've seen a baby coughing while the mother blithely smokes her cigarettes in his face. Not a good idea!
Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)
Reviewed on January 4, 2009
You were that little ones angel that day!
With many losing their jobs...there will be many losing their tempers
How often have we seen displays like this in public and done nothing about it? Like Ed below says...when he did it ended okay but later the same man killed his wife and son....he could have done it that very day and perhaps taken Ed with him too! One never knows what will make someone snap...and although I love you for stepping in, and your grandson too...this was done with softness on your part, which may have kept the situation from escalating...however...I worry that it could have resulted in a horrible situation for all. How often I recall as a child that a confrontation would occur, police would show up...then leave...and things would be worse! This world is such that we are being placed in a position of not knowing whether to intercede or turn the other way?? This poem is very well done...and you are an angel who walks in our midst. Thank you, lindalaw
I doubt I could have been as forgiving and compassionate as you were, as in the same situation once before in my life, I found myself grabbing the guy and pulling him away from his son...the police came and it all ended well THAT night, but not long after the father killed his wife and son,then himself...as is our world, totally falling apart...ed
wow! -- your compassion for your fellow man is a thing of beauty -- you exerted your love over the man's out of control mood -- surely you will be blessed for that action Bonnie -- walk in the footsteps of peace and love my friend -- JMW
Dear Bonnie,
You really touched my heart with this poem Bonnie. We become our parents and the lessons that man is teaching by hitting his son will end up with that little boy hitting his own children. To me that is so sad. This poem will stay with me for a long time.
Hugs,
Marcia
Sometimes children deserve a butt whompin', but don't do it in public. Many people frown on it. Now, I'm all for it, but don't do it to excess. Some people just don't know when to quit; these are the ones who don't deserve to have children!
Powerful message in this; well done, Bonnie!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Wonderfully written. It's sad, but when parents are frustrated they often take their anger out on their children. You've done a service today by reminding people of that.
Bonnie, this is sad and it makes one know people with problems should not take their worries on their children. I do believe this is what happens in a lot of cases. Good to call this to the attention of readers. Good job!
nice work...
Edwin
And it wasn't OK.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
With many losing their jobs...there will be many losing their tempers
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
You rhyme and meter are absolutely amazing - stunning . . . and your message here is very clear. You have a warm heart and soul!!
LOve and Hugs,
Lance
You really touched my heart with this poem Bonnie. We become our parents and the lessons that man is teaching by hitting his son will end up with that little boy hitting his own children. To me that is so sad. This poem will stay with me for a long time.
Hugs,
Marcia
Stress can make you as a parent Zonk out at times!!
Love Tinka
Powerful message in this; well done, Bonnie!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Wonderfully written. It's sad, but when parents are frustrated they often take their anger out on their children. You've done a service today by reminding people of that.
Mary