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Child Quatrain Poems | Quatrain Poems About Child

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The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.


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DO ANGELS REALLY COME TO EARTH

Do angels really come to earth,
And sit beside me by the hearth;
And do they watch me through the night,
And keep me safe till morning's light?

Does God really send them here,
To keep me safe so I won't fear;
And do they watch me night and day,
And stay close by me while I play?

Do they watch me climb each hill,
Just in case I take a spill?
God must love me very much,
To take such pains to keep in touch.



"WHOEVER RECEIVES ONE SUCH CHILD IN MY NAME, RECEIVES ME;
BUT WHOEVER CAUSES ONE OF THESE LITTLE ONES WHO BELIEVE IN ME TO STUMBLE,
IT IS BETTER FOR HIM THAT A HEAVY MILLSTONE BE HUNG ABOUT HIS NECK  AND THAT HE BE DROWNED IN THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA."
                                                                   Matthew 18:5-6

"TRAIN UP A CHILD IN THE WAY HE SHOULD GO AND WHEN HE IS OLD HE WILL NOT DEPART FROM IT."
                         Proverbs 22:6


For Children In Rhyme Contest by Francine Roberts


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O Holy Night

O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
O holy night the inn was full,
A stable near at hand;
O night of prophecies fulfilled
When Caesar taxed the land.

O holy night the shepherds watched
Their flocks upon the field,
And, lo, the angel of the Lord
With glory was revealed.
"Fear not, behold, I bring to you
Good tidings full of joy;
For unto you is born this day
A Saviour as a boy."

Then suddenly the sky was lit
By angels filled with mirth,
Proclaiming glory unto God
And peace to all the earth.
The shepherds said among themselves,
"To Bethlehem we'll go;
For something great is come to pass
And this we wish to know."

They came and found the newborn babe
With Joseph and his bride;
When they had seen, this news they spread
Throughout the countryside,
And all that heard did wonder great
At things the shepherds told;
But Mary pondered all these things 
Within her heart of gold.

O holy night when God was praised,
O night when hope returned;
O night when angels spake aloud
And skies with glory burned:
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid? 


~ Based on Luke 2:7-20 ~ 
~Written for "Here We Go A Caroling". First Place Entry.


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A Letter to My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of you is slipping through.
You were my sounding board.
Trite ideas offered, came back
Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling.
Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser.
Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy
Of you, my beloved son.
I go on now as you would have me do,
Searching in Nature for the joy 
You found in its wonders.
Hearing bird songs with your ears,
Relating to others with your empathetic instincts.
Striving, ever striving to be the person
And mother that you believed me to be
And never letting your memory grow dim
For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed.

You came into this world with a wisdom
That did not come from me.
I thank God each day for His lending you to me
For the time that I had you near
And I cling to His promise
That I will see you again.

I could not tell from whence you came,
Born with a wisdom that did not come from me,
And I do not know where you have gone,
Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.

Originally entered as verse

Rewritten:

A Letter to my Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart
That Time, that great healer cannot repair.
Your going  left  space in my existence
That forever and more will still be there.

Ever expanding from it nothingness
A hole from which your goodness has slipped through.
The kindnesses you wore as a halo
Have disappeared as well since I lost you.

I used you as a sounding boad to measure
The wisdom and the beauty of the world.
Your ideas were so clear and brilliant,
Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled.

I'm trying to live up to your standards.
I want to be more worthy of you, Son.
You told me once I was the perfect mother,
And with you life was such a lot of fun.

I thank God every day for loan of you.
The time we had was more than worth the pain.
And now I'm clinging tight to his promise
That some day I will see you once again. 

I do not know from whence you came,
Blessed with wisdom  that did not come from me.
Each day I pray I know where you have gone;
Taking my heart into Eternity.





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Another Man’s Pain

A small grave, and for it's weeds was bare
with only a handmade wooden cross.
Easy to see that a child rest there.
Poor unloved young soul was my first thought.

Well I read this cross, for this child of grief.
"John my young son so frail and fair
my joy, my love, my life I leave
to the arms of your mother and Lord's care."

The back read; "To doctors all my money I gave
I cannot buy even a simple stone
with a borrowed spade, I have dug your grave,
I carve this marker, and am now alone."

That wooden cross, seemed to rise
high above great marble markers.
Thoughts rush my mind as I realized
the pain this poor man's heart had harbored.

Never again his son he will see
knowing his child would rests under cold ground.
As unkempt as this grave seemed to be, 
with it's wooden cross and it’s weeds all around.

I pulled at those weeds with my bare hand
then my flowers I laid at the foot of that cross.
I prayed "Please God, help me understand" 
as I felt the pain of another man's loss.


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Through the Rain

She cried and screamed what's wrong with me
I believe I'd sell my soul
To find out why this anger haunts me
Why do I lose control?

I always hurt the ones I care for
It's a battle every day
Do I hate myself so much
That I'm pushing them away?

Her self esteem was taken away 
When she was just a child
Adopted at the age of four
Hungry, abused, sexually defiled

How can we as human beings
Turn and look the other way?
Animals don't treat their young like that
Will  there be a judgement day?

Flashbacks come and stir the fires
Of the pain she can't forget
She lashes out unthinkingly
Then her heart fills with regret

Teach her to love the person she is
Install a sense of pride
Teach her to look within her soul
And see the beauty deep inside

Don't turn away when this anger comes
Don't give up on this child in pain
She'll give you a world of sunshine
If you hold her through the rain.


        If you hold on long enough, the child doesn't have an excuse to quit on 
herself. Too many, parents, foster parents, adopted parents give up too soon and 
the child becomes systemized.


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The Child in Me

Soda pop and gum drops
A river full, so sweet
To be that child I once was
All that candy, I would eat

Not worry about a cavity,
the dentist or my skin
Just concerned with getting more
And filling it within

A jawbreaker, some nonpareils
Bazookas and candy dots
Sour apples and baby ruths
Oh I love it all a lot


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The Long and Winding Road

On the way to Parkview hospital,
while driving along the Pacific rim,
under a thick blanket of fog,
our car pushed hard against a northeast wind

A winding road through muddy hills
The highway strewn with mud and soggy leaves
from patches of leaning eucalyptus
Wild scatterings of tall and ancient trees

Around each curve a reddish glare of headlights,
forked, and slashed their garish designs 
upon your father's anxious face,
I took deep breaths and counted time

Lights accentuated the grimace of his angst
He kept silent, in such firm distraction,
and curiously  seeing his face light up in the dark,
eased the grimace of my own contractions

Silhouettes of signs and trees
flashing by in lightning's fury
Windshield wipers keeping rhythm
indicating "hurry!....hurry!"
 
Our new found light showed us where to turn
and soon we curved around the bay,
the winding road led where we learned
young confidence... can show  the way

You found your way into our arms
to a place that owned our hearts
You wrapped us with a cord of charms
and changed to light, a night so dark

When morning came to take you home
The sun broke through across the land
And new adventures waited then
A brand new winding road began




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Inspired by Heather's "Beatlemania" contest


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Memories

Waking up in the dark of night
barely four years of age.
My world is wrought with fright 
not knowing my life would be a stage.

That little girl long ago
was innocent… pure…
but now she is who I no longer know.
My mind is a disease for which there is no cure.

At day I have no rest.
At night I can not flee.
Sanity is a rare guest
and when he comes I can’t see.

This is my curse so real:
I can’t forget 
the dreams, and ‘reality’ surreal
is something I’ve never met.
	
So chirp, little robin, chirp and sing!
For today once more you entertain well.
So be merry, let the world its troubles bring!
For tonight once more you feast in sheer, bloody Hell.

Your ability to remember 
will be your curse to flee.
Each year, January to December
You will wish you had not known memory.


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I Love Mommy Because

Mommy loves me more than laundry
More than dirty dishes too
She’d rather spend her time with me 
Than doing things others do

She would rather play with me 
Than take a nap or sew
I love Mommy ‘cause she loves me
More than any TV show

She’s always there to pick me up 
And love away my tears.
She prays to Jesus every night 
To keep me from my fears

She gobbles like a turkey
And loves to dance around
I always smile; always laugh
She’s better than a clown

She’d rather eat her food all cold
So she can feed me “HUM”, and
Then wipe my face and clean the 
Walls and floor of food I’ve flung
 
Mommy makes the greatest faces 
When I do something she likes
But, saves the best for when she finds
She’ll need the baby wipes

She mostly talks like grownups do
But tries to talk like me
She hasn't mastered yet just how 
To speak in baby-ese.

If there’s just one thing I could say 
To Mommy when I’m grown…
“Thank you for who you are 
And the love you’ve always shown.”


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