Whispers of Child

On this cloudy night, my heart tightens with fright Tensions are high, and I don’t even know why Words are spoken, of promises broken Tears fill their eyes, followed by heart-wrenching cries They are always so complicated, and that is why I am thinking of getting emancipated For their pain is my pain, but now it’s driving me insane Managing their frustration and depression, has become my sole occupation To me they are so dear, and hence ten times the fear For them I’d give my life, sacrifice anything to take away their stress and strife But I know that if tried to offer my assistance, it would be met with a lot of resistance Alas, on this cloudy night, I crawl into a corner and sit tight, As I know this is not my fight All I can do is pray, for a better day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Agustin Avatar
October 24, 2024 at 3:51 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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February 24, 2016 at 4:09 PM
Lydia Gachuhi, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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January 3, 2016 at 10:10 PM
Lydia, enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs **SKAT**
Andresen Avatar
May 3, 2012 at 6:44 AM
So sad and beautiful poem for your children Lydia, all you can do is to LOVE,take care and pray for a better day.Beautifull written! - oxox love Anne-Lise
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May 4, 2012 at 11:09 AM
Thank you so much Anne-Lise. I am glad you liked my poem; actually I don't have children. I was inspired to write this poem when I thought of those children who love their parents so much but cannot help them when they are going through hard times. xo Lydia
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