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Lucky?
by Joyce E Bowling → (All Poetry by Joyce E Bowling)
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This poem is based on an event that no amount of college can prepare a teacher for! This happened my first year of teaching! It was a make me or break me year, one I will never forget with students that will forever be etched in my heart!

Lucky?

 

His eyes were hallowed soft hazel green

He sat alone, dulled skin, brittle hair,

Not wanting to be seen.

As I spoke…a faint smile crossed his thin lips,

Teeth yellowed from neglect,

His nails were flimsy, long and discolored,

my heart ached  that day, for I didn’t want to say goodbye!

What was his story?

Or did I want to hear?

What would it be? What could I expect?

The next day he sat the same,

Clothes unchanged, soiled with spaghetti on the front…

His homemade tattoo it still proudly adorned his tiny hand,

Ink from days gone by, with letters that spelled his name.

My suspicions were growing, as he became frail

Before my very eyes…

Watching him devour food much as an animal at lunch,

Face within the dish no silverware needed,

For this took too much time.

Telling the cooks, to give him seconds

For his food I would pay, fill his plate I told the cooks on this day.

Food became an issue inside the classroom,

Snacks were disappearing from backpacks and purses,

Even from my desk.

I knew what had to be done…and who must do it!

I found my strength deep within as I asked the question each day…

What did you have for supper?

He replied always the same…

Macaronis…

What kind I prompted and inquired…

Just macaronis that’s all, he would say.

Days turned to weeks quickly turning to months,

The same every day…macaronis that’s all!

Thanksgiving…macaronis, that’s all!

Christmas…I asked a different question on this day…

Tomato juice or cheese,

Which of these is your favorite?

Just macaronis…crunchy ones from the cabinet!

Raw…he was eating them raw!

Calling for help,

an investigation was finally complete,

What is it I asked?

Neglect!

I knew that! Anyone can tell!

His hair is falling out for God’s sake!

Can’t someone step in?

This child they must take!

She did it once before, only the child was an infant…

Wasn’t so lucky, she didn’t make it…the social worker said…

You call this luck? I was appalled!

Luck they called it…being starved, would it be luck if he were dead?

It was like fighting a loosing battle,

Why would anyone do such a thing?

Even animals feed their young…

This woman was supposed to be human,

Please…can something be done?

I awaited the day, the day this precious child could be free.

The day I had feared It finally came…his chair was empty that day,

Fear engulfed my being…

Moved! I shouted as the word came from the office…where?

For days I drove around hoping just to see,

Maybe playing in a yard,

Or sitting under a tree, hoping to see him at the store…

I was grasping at straws for I didn’t want to give up…

I felt like a failure,

When finally I realized that it wasn’t I…

But the system that let him slip through the fingers of justice!

I have often wondered what happened to this little guy,

Did he make it? Was he taken? Where was he living?

I still wondered…I had spoke up…I did what had to be done…

And said what had to be said.

The question still lingers…

Where was this child whom I shall call Macaronis…

Is he alive? Did he survive, or is he dead?

 

Written By: Joyce Bowling

©Copyright 2007

All Rights Reserved

 

 


 
 
 
 


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 Reviews of "Lucky?"
Reviewed by Walt Hardester
Reviewed on June 7, 2007
heart wrenching write Joyce
unfortunatley all too common these days
sending millions of dollars to other countries to win their hearts and minds....they forget our little ones they've left behind

Walt

Reviewed by Daring Sunshine
Reviewed on March 5, 2007
I know for sure he will never forget you and your love, how brief it was. God knows where he is and I am sure he is alive and will thrive and get all he needs from God. First of all, he needed to have some kindness to start his journey long. But he will find a way and survive. Faith, Hope, remember - for you have already shown him love. You were there just at the right time.
God Bless,
Sharon

Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reviewed on March 4, 2007
A telling story. It doesn't look like we can save them all from the ignorance of their parents and the system. You did your best, but I know it torments you like old Red Willie we promised help finishing his little house and never did.

Ron

Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on February 24, 2007
He was lucky. He had your kindness for a brief moment in his life. Lady J

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed
Reviewed on February 21, 2007
Every single worker in human protective services needs this plastered all over their office cubicle, and every congressperson needs a picture of Lucky right on their desks as the first thing they see before they go "a-pork-barrel-spending."
blessin's, strong vivid piece Sis Joyce,
cynth'ya lewis reed

Reviewed on February 21, 2007
This is so sad and happens! : (
Ahhh.. I appreciate you sharing your heart so openly!
It seems Ppl ( even Agencies who are Top Priority) will wait, till
It's almost too late, or too late~
This has to change, they speak of change, but will we see it in time... My heart goes out to them All and you, with deep lasting prayers!

WArmly, Warrior Sheeeoox

Reviewed on February 21, 2007

"Lucky"

Oh my heart broke for Lucky.

Joyce I am sure he has never forgotten your loving kindness which is a part of him that he more than likely carries every day. It is remarkable how a small child will take even the slightest of love and harbor and embed within themselves as a sort of reserve for later. As we both know it is as a mustard seed and that little love, and that faith in love is (sadly but sometimes true) all one has, henceforth but they can take that and grow mountains.

Lucky is probably somewhere being the Luckiest guy ever...because if you think about it...you did in your heart name him Lucky...and there are always reasons for everything my dear.



All the best to you, this was such a heart touching write.

From the Heart...

Reviewed on February 20, 2007
This is absolutely outrageous!!!!! The parents should be charged for neglect!!!!! It's sooo sad that some parents only give birth to the children and yet treat them as if they're not there. So sad!!!!! So very sad!!!!!

Sandie Angel :o(

Reviewed by Frances Lynn
Reviewed on February 20, 2007
This is tragic. Some kids are neglected by poor parents or single mothers because they are below the poverty line, but in this case - surely the people who were supposed to be looking after this child were surely ignorant. It's comforting to know that he ate at school though - but I don't understand why didn't the USA equivalent of social services investigate the family - foster him out maybe? But, maybe his family loved him but simply couldn't afford to feed him. In cases like this - sometimes, the parents look after their pets more.

Reviewed by Karen Cino
Reviewed on February 20, 2007
Oh my God. Tears are streaming from my eyes. It is so sad this story of this little boy. It is a shame. This keeps happening more and more everyday. Some is out of neglect and other cases is because with such a bad job market, high rents, people can barely feed their children. Whatever the reason, there should be a place for people to call and get help and not just be ignored. I hope this boy is still alive and that he was sent to someone who will love and take care of him and show him that there is more to eat than macaroni.
Please keep us informed if you find out any information on this child.

~hugs and kisses~ to this child.

Karen

Reviewed by Rebecca Burns (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2007
Oh my God, the shivers running down my arms is something. That was so gripping and real. I write about abuse and this is a deeply, detailed poem you have written. Reminds me of one I have written but yours really brings my heart to tears. I often wonder about the ones we don't see anymore. Where are they now.

Love & Peace,
Rebecca

Reviewed by Morning Star
Reviewed on February 19, 2007
very very sad and filled my heart with tears this child whom you Call Macaronis,
A child neglect is also call abuse It's just a different form but The child still suffers and
Affects them mentally for life,What kind of
Mother is this woman?
A very emotions and hearthfelt, written from the heart
God Will Bless You Always!!
Morning Star..Smile..☺



Reviewed by William Bonilla
Reviewed on February 19, 2007
A very sad story Joyce
I guess red tape by any other name
is still red tape
And the innocent will keep slipping through
those fingers that are as blind as Justice


Love & Peace
William

Reviewed by Richard Orey
Reviewed on February 19, 2007
O, Joyce, I've shared your sorrow so many times I lost track. I spent 39 years wallowing in the muck of society's oversights. Finally one day I could take no more and just walked away. I think about it, I dream about it, I write about it. But the hurt and feeling of helplessness never goes away.

I'll pray for Macaronis. I know God listens to me. My voice will not be alone.

Bless you, Joyce. And Bless little Macaronis.

Richard

Reviewed by Kate Burnside
Reviewed on February 19, 2007
I bleed for you, Joyce... even more so for little Macaronis. The situation on both sides of the Pond is devastating - according to latest statistics, for Britain even more so than US. This is an utter disgrace on any basis. Like others, I think it is utterly despicable that teachers should be at the sharp end of all of this, but that is just the point, isn't it?? By virtue of being who they are, where they are, they ARE! I grieve for your pain and for your terrible dilemma. Thank you for offloading a little and for keeping these issues forever before our gaze and attention. This is graphic and disturbing. Bless you, Kate xx

Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2007
Oh Joyce, this tears out my heart. I pray every day that God will watch over the thousands of children who were not fortunate enough to be born into loving families. My co-worker was at a shopping center recently and noticed a 2-3 year old child inside a car in the parking lot alone! He waited for ten minutes and no one showed up so he called the police. The police arrived about 15 minutes later and the child was still there in the car alone. Her mother finally showed up and said she only ran into the store for a minute. They warned her not to leave her child alone again and sent her on her way. Thank you for ringing the alarm bell with this meaningful recollection. Keep ringing that bell!
~Butch

Reviewed on February 19, 2007
(((Joyce))),

This one hits right between the eyes. Too much of this going on......and it needs to stop. NOW. Change begins with each one of us, and you've provided the impetus with no holds barred indictment. Well done, you may have saved lives today.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by H. Lena Jones
Reviewed on February 19, 2007
This is a sad story, Joyce, but I believe NOTHING in this world goes unnoticed by our Father. Yes, we might wonder why He allows all the suffering? Perhaps it is for a reason...to test our obedience and compassion for fellow man! Did He not give us dominion over all the earth to subdue it? He has given us riches...to use in situations such as you describe. Ah, yes, He has told us to love our neighbor as ourselves? Do we? Do we even love ourselves? If we did, we would not want to see others hurt, because we don't want to see ourselves hurt. We would not want to see our world hurt, because we don't want to see our little world (homes etc) hurt. As far as I can see, Joyce, only a few are coming to the plate, few are getting to base, hitting home runs, MANY are simply striking out. Yes, God is watching. He's watching man's decline and disobedience to His Commands. What has changed since the days the Isralites walked around the mountain in the desert for 40 years? Disobedience kept that generation from the Promise Land. Disobedience will keep most of this generation from the promise of Eternal Life. Oh, how little we have learned from the past mistakes of our ancestors. This little boy you so sadly describe will never be forgotted by God. His body might be broken, but his spirit is safely and assuredly in God's care. I feel sorry for the hard-hearted, those who cannot see the bigger picture, those who live selfishly in the now with no thought of tomorrow. I think I ought to stop here, Joyce, you have stirred my emotions with this write and I can go on and on about man's inhumanity to man, but I think you've got the picture. Please forgive me if I've said too much. Thank you for sharing this story, my precious Sister in Christ.

God Bless
Much love always
Lena


Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
Reviewed on February 19, 2007
Oh Joyce! How heart-wrenching!

This goes on far too often...and from one Child Advocate to another, perhaps, he was RE-moved from that home and taken, prayerfully, to another - better - one. The "System" is so perverse now, that the few who do genuine good, are often obstructed by the many who use it to their own advantage. I could tell you horror stories...

All the more reason, to praise you and others like you, who truly care...and act!

Macaronis will never forget the love you showed him, Joyce..love does not return void...it wouldn't surprise me, if he just showed up in your classroom one day, to tell you so!

You are a dollbaby, Miss Joyce - and again, I say 'thank God', that you are teaching the young!

God bless you, dear Friend & Sister,
Love&respect, Rhonda

Reviewed on February 18, 2007
quite a story kind of sad Joyce, 8 million of them in the naked city, this is only one

Reviewed by Linda Wells (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
I don't think you have seen the last of Macaroni Joyce. I see him in your writings and your love for all children and all people. When love is in your heart, these children are drawn to you and you to them. Childrens Service is so slow to do anything, and homes are so scarce to place children in, I think if we had to go back to having orphanages it would help some children be at least fed and bathed. All we can do is to report what we see and do the best we can with each situation we come in contact with. It is just so sad and unfair that the children have to suffer while the parents probably had money to drink and buy drugs with! That's what galls me! Selfish pigs! There is a special place for people like these, I am sure. I believe that little boy will always remember the kind lady who let him eat all his belly could hold and didn't tell on him for sneaking snacks from her room. God Bless You Joyce, I know this little guy really touched your heart. He will be in our prayers along with the other children that are in this position.

Reviewed by jude forese
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
unfortunately there is much too much of this going on ... a teacher is the front line for such abuse and occasionally make make a difference in someone's life but the truth of the matter is that this situation is way out of control ...

Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
I am sitting here in sobbing tears JOYCE my heart aches after reading this powerful emotional memory I pray he made it to and you did the right thing for him. The system is neglective of those that really need it this society is neglective you did the right thing. And Blessings I pray for you and peace to finally know a peace of him .......
I get so angry at this kind of crulety.

Peace, Love,
Joselyn

Reviewed by Mary Patterson
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
A very touching story Joyce. It took courage to try to help him. One wonders why the system fails some kids. One wonders why the parent or parents don't care. There is so much cruelity and negelect of innocent children ! You tried , thats what counts!..M

Reviewed by Constance Gotsch
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Wow. We had a similar case just now here in New Mexico. A mother started with the best of intentions, but then got hit with clinical depression. Her 14 year-old retarded daughter died in her bed, covered with filth and bug bites. CDFC had been there many times. Right under their noses this happened. I wonder if our social workers are the brightest folk around....

Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Oh Joyce...what a stark write. Let's hope he coped and found a strength to survive this brutal tragedy. Crazy world isn't it, when anyone can breed but you need a licence to have a dog?! I pray he made it. My love and best wishes to you, Panda :)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
This is indeed a poignant account, Joyce. It is another sad commentary on the state of our so-called "modern" society. Thank you for sharing. Let us pray that "Macaronis" has come through the ordeal and is fine. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Tears....be positive...you will get your answer soon sis...if he is alive and he remembers the name he will let you know I am sure of that!!

God Bless those who care!!

love Tinka

Reviewed by Paul Berube
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Joyce,

There is only so much one can do so blaming ourselves when we try is not the answer. We have to change the system. That is where the fault lies. Sad but much needed write my compassionate friend.

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Thanks for sharing a memory with us.

chrissy

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Dear Joyce, what a write! So sad, but unfortunately this is the world we live in. You, my dear have the heart of a saint! God Bless you, love Holly

Reviewed by A PAX
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
I could picture him
I work with kids, I have seen the ones come in with lice, filthy, skinny, black teeth.....and these are 1st graders. Its so sad. Maybe some day you will cross paths with this youngster. The thing is, people who neglect their children this way have been neglected themselves and don't know how to take care of anyone, its a cycle, as I am sure you know.......
sigh
pax A

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
This woman was supposed to be human

How terribly sad, and tragic. And there are far too many Macaronis in this terribly cruel old world of ours. I truly hope he found a better life.

Reviewed by F William Broome
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Joyce, your concern was justified, but in those days your part of the mountains of the Southeast, and mine, were pits of poverty. They were filled with ignorance, and there was little money with which to buy food. There were no jobs in the hills of Kentucky and Georgia, and so people were "abandoned." Chances are that his mother has been left by her husband, and this was the result. We find it so impossible to believe these days, but it is a part of our history... to be remembered and regretted as you have done, brave and loving teacher of the young. Thank you for what you did, tried to do. You have no reason to retain personal guilt. Drop it, dear soul, for it was not any of your doing. We all love you for being who you were... and are, today.

Your writing is truly classical, for it tells it like it was.
- Bill

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Joyce, this is a heartbreaking story, but so beautifully written. That child was "Lucky" to even be alive. Teachers try to make a difference, but its so traumatic when we feel we've done our best and its never seems enough. God bless you, teacher!

Reviewed by Georg Mateos
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
Not even monsters eat their own childre, only psychophaths.
While reading your poem I wanted to reach out and take that child from your page and onto the warm of my home.
God bless.
Georg

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen
Reviewed on February 17, 2007
This breaks my heart. I can only imagine the pain it causes you.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
Reviewed on February 17, 2007
Wow, so powerful, yet deep and sad. Much soul searching. Poor litle boy "macaronis". You did all you could. Keep him in your prayers and God will watch over him.
Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Joyce Devenish
Reviewed on February 17, 2007
It's a cruel but very strange world. You do a wonderful job. I believe he was lucky.

Reviewed by George Carroll
Reviewed on February 17, 2007
Teacher's do carry a heavy load and it's not all books. We do our best and then move on. A prayer whispered at night hoping he will be OK.

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury
Reviewed on February 17, 2007
By your power to act you gave the boy a chance. God bless you.

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 17, 2007
So sad. You probably think of him
every day.
You did all you could possibly do.
Thanks for sharing your well told story Joyce.
I hope the boy made it.....

Reviewed by Randall Barfield
Reviewed on February 17, 2007
realistic but still a horror! and this is one case. how many more must there be? i'd tell too. too bad he disappeared. maybe he'll return one day.


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