Tell it, Linda, tell it! ["...wear your long socks and do n o t roll up the sleeves of your sweater!" The fear does not go away, but that doesn't mean we don't fight, does it? When we're old enough and big enough...]
Thank you for writing this. Phyllis
Linda, you nailed this one, and I speak from experience. Keep it up, shed as much light on this problem as possible, it's the only way to end the abuse.
Bobbi
Yes these children smile with their mouths but not with their eyes. A true write. Great poem.~Linda~
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 28, 2003
Linda, you do these so well. Bravo.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 28, 2003
Linda I can relate this is anneded message.
peggy
Reviewed by Bill Murray
Reviewed on April 28, 2003
Linda Mae, I agree with William. Another great poem from the heart with great knowledge and understanding. It occurs the way you explain it. You excel at this so well. Your friend Bill
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Thank you for writing this. Phyllis
Excellent,
Reindeer
>tears <
Chrissie
Bobbi
peggy
You done it again, with another great poem,
of reality, and what excatly occurs, at an abused child's home.
Excellent.
William