The Echoes of Childhood
Childhood echoes
Reverberating clearly in the “now” of every day
Of love, of hate, what is right, and what is wrong
Too many unanswered questions
Leave young minds thinking the worst
We big folk must learn to be clearer
In mentoring, teaching, and loving,
For all that was done in our earliest years
Can haunt us as we “become”
Our children need to know without doubt
From the men and women in charge
That we love them enough to be honest
And true to the virtues of honor and truth
For without these they will be lost on their journey
And flounder in raising themselves
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love Tinka
But she has a gagging order that I can't write, be it poetry, or anything about a certain lovely person... Even though ********* enjoys it..
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Christine
Can haunt us as we “become”
I believe we all truly are products of our childhood environments, and the right teachers, role models, and mentors can make all the difference in the world.
Superb poem!
Luv,
et