My winter child, one of a kind
Full of warmth and full of light
You got the face of your father
Eyes of an angel
You look like your mother
hope you got heart of your father, strong and simple
But if you got my heart baby, I'm sorry it'll be hard life
so be brave and be kind not like your mother child, who shakes every time the branches hit the windows sight
Answer to Ward Child Poem
child don't pass me by
be sure to stay in my arms
love you forever
I turned off the TV
It was just too hard
I couldn't look
Into those tortured eyes
Children
Little children
Surrounded by flies
So weak
Stomaches distended
It hurt to see them cry
I went to bed
It was time to sleep
Comfortable and warm
I counted sheep
Drifting off to a slumber deep
When I awoke
I was on a dirty floor
My body was freezing
I was chilled to the core
Not in a comfy bed anymore
In a room
I didn't recognize
Yet somehow I knew it was home
Me here hungry and all alone
No one to help or pick up a phone
With frail hands
My fingers trace
Cracked lips
An anguished face
I scream out in pain
Yet no one hears
No mom or dad
To wipe these tears
A living nightmare
Beyond my control
The life I imagined someone stole
So now my days are filled with shame
The other me he has no name
If I could go back I wouldn't be the same
I know
I know
I'm part to blame
Do you see me
On your TV
Can you look into my tortured eyes
This body surrounded by filth and flies
You can help don't you realize
Please
I beg you
Don't turn off your TV
I hope I hope
That you can see
I am you and you are me
Inspired by Eileen Ghali's "I am a child" poem
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.