Best Recovery From...Child Poems
There’s a Child in every Woman that emerges now and then
Together they reverse Time from Now to Way Back When
The Child and Woman search for the Child’s place in Time
When the Child not yet a Woman lived a life that didn’t rhyme
Childhood barely started, cruelly faulted, abruptly halted
Childhood denied, deprived and criminally assaulted.
A lonely, battered Child, isolated in her fears
Crying only inner tears during those long and joyless years
The Child’s life fragmented and became emotionally forlorn
Influencing the Woman as she was later being formed.
Time heals all wounds it is written and said
But memories are forever despite what’s heard or read
Painful memories surface without reason or design
Like road signs in reverse as the Child’s life unwinds
Memories take root as the Child takes on grime
A Child abused and stained
An Innocent, cruelly used and shamed.
The Child (now Woman) affirm each other’s core
Bringing healing closer to forever, seeking forevermore
Can a life so tainted, incinerated and deprived
Rise from the ashes to acquire the value to revive?
First Child, then Woman were determined to survive
Forgiveness shared the path they tread to keep themselves alive
Life shouldn’t focus on evil, they learned, or on whom to blame
Life isn’t to squander as if playing a meaningless game
Do not feel pity for that Child or the Woman she became
Celebrate instead their survival as they celebrate the same.
I knew of a beautiful angel; Kayla Lynn was her name
A precious gift from heaven; irreplaceable she became
Silky blonde hair in ringlets; eyes as blue as an oceans view
Kayla embraced life as always; while others had no clue
No clue to the disease consuming her; weakening her every day
Leukemia ravishing her tiny body, while others simply looked away
Showered with love and kisses, her mother always there for her
Praying wishing endlessly for the vicious disease never to recur
Poking and prodding daily; her moral is starting to fade
A sweet innocent child just five years old; painfully becoming afraid
Her mother constant at her bedside, trying to comfort her at ease
Bowing her head in silence as she gets down upon her knees
An unspoken prayer she begins to recite, over and over again
Begging the Lord to spare her child, ending with a somber subtle Amen
Looking up at her daughter who’s still vibrant and somewhat care free
Hoping wishing praying for the lord to heal her and instead take me
But the Lord had a special plan for Kayla; one filled with Heavenly Bliss
And one silent night he sent his angels for his child of sweet reminisce
Tearful, crying and heartbroken for our Kayla Lynn was to be no more
Wondering, “Why this beautiful child and what was the purpose for?”
Then it dawned upon us as we mournfully tried to understand
The Lord needed her more than we did and this is to be as he planned
That day will come inevitably when we reunite again as one
Kayla we love and miss you so, but realize now that your life has only just begun
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Every night is still the same,
a shadow comes and calls my name.
I need to face the hurt inside,
but the child within runs to hide.
How do I bring this child back out,
and make her cry,and scream, and shout?
She has to surface,be brave and strong,
so I can tell her the shadow is gone.
But what would it be like I ask,
to be awoken from the past?
Would she see things more clearly then
or to the past eternally pinned?