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
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
God Bless,
Sharon
Ron
blessin's, strong vivid piece Sis Joyce,
cynth'ya lewis reed
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
"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...
Sandie Angel :o(
Please keep us informed if you find out any information on this child.
~hugs and kisses~ to this child.
Karen
Love & Peace,
Rebecca
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..☺
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
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
~Butch
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.
God Bless
Much love always
Lena
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
I get so angry at this kind of crulety.
Peace, Love,
Joselyn
Regis
God Bless those who care!!
love Tinka
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.
chrissy
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
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.
Your writing is truly classical, for it tells it like it was.
- Bill
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
Be safe,
Karen
every day.
You did all you could possibly do.
Thanks for sharing your well told story Joyce.
I hope the boy made it.....