Swing...keep swinging
Let the wind blow my hair
I don't wanna go home
No one there to care!
Swing ... keep swinging
Can't get off now
Never want to go home
No ones there anyhow
Daddy hit me last nite
Cried myself to sleep
Closed my eyes an prayed
The Lord my soul to keep
Mommys at the bar again
She pays me no mind
She brings men inside
The mean, bad kind
They look at me funny
I run and hide
I told my Mommy
But she said I lied.
Swing! Swing! Swing!
Can't go home..Don't make me
Fly me up in the clouds
Sit my spirit free
Let me just stay right here
Never go back home
No one there loves me
They won't know I'm gone....
I will word this bluntly...ONE DAMN GOOD WRITE! This is so close to home that I now have tears in my eyes Linda! If my parents would/could have been even the friend that you have been to me over the last two years I would have had it made. Thank you for the friendship and the love you have shown to me over the last 2 years. It has been something that I never did get from my parents growing up. You are truly an angel sent from the heavens to me Linda..I love you darlin'! Ross
For some childhood is so sad, is it not ,Linda? You write so many beautiful poems capturing the sad aspects of childhood and your poems make me more aware of how blessed I was to have had angels not only as parents but my four grandparents too they all made childhood beautiful for me ,I only wish it was the same for everyone.Thank you for reminding us that there are so many out there suffering and I for one should be doing more to help them.Good reminder,thanks...Well done Linda!
Linda you have connected, with everybodies heart, it's a shame this happens every day in ever JerkWater and EastCupcake town in this, good old U.S. Of A.
An absolutely fantastically Pened Piece
William
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on March 1, 2003
Linda,
I can relate to this one
"Never go back home
No one there loves me
They won't know I'm gone....
If You Do Not Care about Yourself No One Else Will! As a Child I Used To Sleep On Porch Or Even Roof So I did Not Have To Even See My Bastard Father...
I Couldn't Wait To Leave Home To Never Go Back...
TRASK
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 1, 2003
Linda this is such a tragic story that occurs over and over again. How sad I am to read this. You have written a fanstastic poem and I love it, and you are always in my heart. Bill
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on March 1, 2003
This was wow amazingly touching and dark this was wonderfully stark in reality of what happens to kids who are neglected or abused you are a true angel by showing us what is wrong and wanting it to change awesome jobon this brilliant poem
All About how Lila chooses how to handle her "worries" about the first day of school. Another Mom's Choice Award Seal of Excellence recipient in the "Kids with Worries" book series.
Love from India - Joel -
~E
Children pushed aside because of
a parents vice.
An absolutely fantastically Pened Piece
William
I can relate to this one
"Never go back home
No one there loves me
They won't know I'm gone....
Swing! Swing! Swing! "
Peg
Sandie Angel :o)
If You Do Not Care about Yourself No One Else Will! As a Child I Used To Sleep On Porch Or Even Roof So I did Not Have To Even See My Bastard Father...
I Couldn't Wait To Leave Home To Never Go Back...
TRASK
Amor