Shadow Hamilton Poet Verse

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I saw an add on telly about a child

they were asking for £3 to buy sensory toys. I was moved deeply

hence this poem to draw attention to children like him

The Child

The child sits in the sun drenched meadow
appearing to stare very intensely afar,
what captures the child's  interest?
Nothing that is obvious to any of us.

He seems to be listening intently
is it to the robin who is singing?
The wind brushes across his skin
and he shivers as it touches him.

His mother quietly approaches
gently takes his hand in hers.
He clings tightly and nuzzles her
drawing in her scent to his nostrils.

The sad truth is that this child
is both deaf and blind
no sounds he hears
and no pictures he sees.

He is trapped in a silent world.
And will never see his mothers face.
yet he recognizes her scent
he feels the wind on his skin.

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Skat A August 16, 2015 at 12:22 AM Deep poem Shadow, Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soup's home page :). **SKAT** Shadow Hamilton August 16, 2015 at 12:46 PM ty Skat hugs

Kp Nunez July 6, 2015 at 8:28 AM I was tearing up by the time I reached the last line, Shadow. A moving poem, deeply compassionate in its narrative. hugs!

Andrea Dietrich July 1, 2015 at 11:30 AM newer soupmail!

Carrie Richards June 28, 2015 at 9:11 AM This cannot be read without touching the heart. It also shows your own heart holds a tender and compassionate love that spreads insight through your poems :)

Janice Canerdy June 23, 2015 at 11:51 PM This is very sweet and touching. I'm glad you liked my villanelle. Janice

Constance La France June 23, 2015 at 1:30 PM Shadow, back to read this great poem again, well done and thanks for the wonderful placement in your fantasy contest, I am so honored

Richard Lamoureux June 23, 2015 at 7:12 AM Hi Shadow, I was hoping for a new one. I will go for a walk in your Garden and find myself a rose.

Anne-Lise Andresen June 22, 2015 at 2:43 PM - A deeply moving poem dear Shadow - There are many sad destinies and especially sad when it comes to the children - Lovely written :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Shadow Hamilton June 22, 2015 at 4:41 PM Ty Anne Lise hugs

Nette Onclaud June 19, 2015 at 6:30 AM I am so touched by this engaging story, shadow...your pen drips with gold!.. huggs Shadow Hamilton June 19, 2015 at 12:28 PM ty Nette hugs

Andrea Dietrich June 17, 2015 at 10:55 PM OH MY, this is so heart wrenching. I love how you simply ended it with him recognizing her scent and feeling the wind on his skin. A SEVEN Shadow Hamilton June 18, 2015 at 1:22 PM ty Andrea hugs

Emile Pinet June 17, 2015 at 12:03 PM This poem opens a window into the soul of the author and reveals a caring heart. Your words enter my mind, resonate there, and force me to feel their weight in the form of a tear. Well written Emile. #7. Shadow Hamilton June 18, 2015 at 1:21 PM I know I shed some tears watching him Emile it brings home how lucky I am hugs ty

Poet Destroyer A June 17, 2015 at 10:57 AM Thank you Shadow, for replying to my comment. That's nice of you. I couldn't ask for more. It's always nice seeing poets support and responding to my comments :) Shadow Hamilton June 18, 2015 at 1:19 PM ty Linda hugs

Richard Lamoureux June 17, 2015 at 10:06 AM Wow! This is perfect! I can't imagine what his life must be like. Shadow Hamilton June 17, 2015 at 10:09 AM nor me not truly ty Rick hugs

Poet Destroyer A June 17, 2015 at 9:57 AM such a heartfelt poem with deep meaning, thank you for sharing ...Luv p.d. Shadow Hamilton June 17, 2015 at 10:09 AM ty Linda it is heart wrenching to see him how difficult and isolated his life must be hugs

Paul Callus June 17, 2015 at 4:20 AM Very touching, Shadow. We take so many things for granted, often forgetting those who lack what we have. Moved by your last stanza. #7 // paul Shadow Hamilton June 17, 2015 at 4:47 AM ty Paul so true we do and squander it too. hugs 7

Afolabi Muideen June 17, 2015 at 2:13 AM A very very sad touched and the boy amazing for using his sense to recognise his mother's scent. Excellent.....7!........A.M. Shadow Hamilton June 17, 2015 at 4:41 AM ty A.M hugs

Constance La France June 16, 2015 at 8:11 PM Shadow, I feel sorrow for the child locked in his silent dark world, your poem brought so much emotion and such imagery that I saw the image in my mind 7, and thanks for visiting my poem, where bluebirds sing Shadow Hamilton June 17, 2015 at 4:40 AM ty Connie hugs

Jan Allison June 16, 2015 at 5:45 PM Oh wow Shadow am blown away with this - would love to see it on an advert for one of the charities like SENSE or RIDBC - a 7 from me:-) hugs Jan xx Shadow Hamilton June 16, 2015 at 5:59 PM ty Jan and also for your idea via soup will follow up on it Hugs 7

Eve Roper June 16, 2015 at 5:42 PM The imagery is beautiful , your words just painted it on canvas. We lose one sense, but we gain on the others. It's amazing what the human body compensates. I worked for 15 years with special needs children in teaching them to be able to use their other senses. It is amazing how intelligent, they are when you teach them and not spoil them. 7 hugs eve Shadow Hamilton June 16, 2015 at 5:58 PM to live with one sense lost is hard enough but to have to manage with two missing must be almost unbearable Eve hugs