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Does Every Child Cry?
They begin soft and pink,
Needing their mother’s milk,
But for some,
That’s too much,
Can’t nuzzle, cuddle, or caress…
They come pink and soft,
But sometimes they get dropped,
Sometimes they crack,
And all their softness spills out,
And it hardens into a crystal outer shell,
That is invisible,
But you must believe,
It is there…
The outside is hard as hell,
But hidden inside,
Is this thing,
That use to be soft and pink,
But like a broken toy,
They are damaged,
So nobody wants to play
With them anymore,
And their hard,
So nobody wants to touch them,
And their cracked,
So nobody wants to love them,
But,
They started out pink,
And,
They started out soft,
And,
They started out so perfect,
And,
Now they’re just so needful,
But,
Nobody needs them,
And,
These salty pearls,
Just keep raining down,
From their eyes…
And,
They’re so beautiful,
In their cracked,
Imperfect shells,
So Beautiful,
They make me,
Want to cry…
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a very beautiful write.
In God's Love
Mary
Excellent job...
Trixie :)
And all their softness spills out,
And it hardens into a crystal outer shell
Such a sad statement, but so well described. Makes my mother's heart break. Wonderful write.
Dee
You have a heart of gold my dear friend.
This writing of yours is also gold.
yf
tony
I have been thinking of a piece called "Colors of Our Childhood", which shows the hues of what has been delivered carried into what we are. Your voice is a piece of my thoughts, gathered and added to my need. Thank you for your strength.
Enjoyed!
What You're Veiwing Learning Is Compassion,
Too Many Humans Have None of The Above_
If I Child Does Not Cry He/She Will Grow Up Mentally More Than Disturbed!
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And,
They’re so beautiful,
In their cracked,
Imperfect shells,
So Beautiful,
They make me,
Want to cry… :"
me too they are precious
Peggy