I’d like to recall them
The songs I sung for them
When my three children were small.
I made up the lyrics
Sometimes in hysterics
We’d laugh at the fun of it all.
They’d cuddle in bed then
After prayers and the Amen
Their daddy would come down the hall.
We’d give hugs and kisses
To our son and young misses
When our three children were small.
won no. 3 in Brian's contest
Children;
Helpless, and unexpecting.
Innocent then innocence taken away.
Loving and trusting children being made to
Do things against their will and having
Sexual things done to them.
Evil revealing itself in different ways and
X-pecting children not to say anything. an
Unkind and uncaring human being torturting
A defenseless, innocent child.
Long lasting effects of the
Abuse is what the survivor will endure all
Because some people are just plain sick and
Uncaring. full of threat
Sexual predators stay away; we wish. there's no
Excuse for hurting and sexual abusing a child.
*****************Children Of Love*************10/4/79
love is looking into their eyes
and seeing the joy of your little
girl and boy.
these are the children of love
'pure and clean' just like a dove.
they fly above their elders lives
touching all the husbands and wives.
for most of them are the parents
of these children of love.
they are the guardians of these white doves.
'children of love' young and carefree
teaching all of us what life is meant to be.
showing us joy when we are sad
explaining happiness when they are glad.
expressing to us
what we choose to hide
life and love is one of a kind.
children of love is what they are
always near, never far.
they listen to us and what
we have to teach.
but we are the ones
who stretch out and reach.
trying to touch love
'from these little white doves'.
If I could put into words what I think and feel
It would be a never ending story, and I would not heal.
So I will write just what’s on my mind today.
For that won’t take too much away.
I’m thinking of all the children of the world
Who don’t have a roof above their head
Not even a soft tender bed.
Their beds are just papers thrown on the ground
They cry to themselves without making a sound.
The pain in their hearts no one can feel
They survive in the streets and learn how to steal.
Abandoned by the ones who brought them into this world
Is this the life for any boy or girl.
No food for them to eat, a candy bar is a treat.
No clean water for which to bathe
Now that is a crying shame.
These abandoned children , create abandoned children
for they know no other way.
And for their safety to the LORD I do pray.
Empty spaces lay where the children used to be,
It seems as if no one can solve their mysteries,
They go to bed one night and then disappear,
Where did they go to?
Did they evaporate in thin air?
The answers are clear and apparent,
The children are being taken by evil spirits,
Some for sacrifices, others for foul intent,
"Sadumnumspar" has raised his ugly head,
The children were never figments of imaginations,
They existed,
Then they were taken because of diabolic aspirations,
Somewhere between heaven and hell is where they lurk,
Victims of a souless jerk.
In the beginning.......,
before the children went off to school,
They played companions to their parents,
going everywhere with them,
Sharing their thoughts and feelings,
They were young innocent spirits,
Then, they matriculated among their peers,
and the children who used to be so dear
turn into shells of their former selves,
Loud and boisterous, or,
withdrawn and secretive,
timid to emote about the lives
they live,
The general population can rob
the young ones of their youth,
teaching them words that are uncouth,
exposing them to all sorts of drugs,
Nothing keeps them calm or soothed,
Somehow, they always are in a lousy mood,
The medicinal value of parents' hugs
get watered down,
because they would rather "hang" in the company
that makes them act like clowns.......
No one wins in custody battles,
The children get shuffled back and forth
like cattle,
It's bad enough their family life has come
to a halt,
They have to keep reliving the horrors,
thinking it's their fault,
The feelings of wounds being aggravated by salt,
The partnership of parents may end,
but the children don't have to lose
their stable lives and friends,
All that will happen is they will become
transient people, who shun attachment,
not knowing whether to believe in God or the devil,
It's never a win-win situation when children have to choose,
in the long run everyone looses.....,
They internalize all the hate,
and begin viewing the world as evil........
We tell the children not to talk to strangers,
Yet, we never inform them of Greeks bearing gifts,
innocently they succumb to the adulation of strangers,
or family associates,
who weasel their way into their lives by promising them all sorts of gifts,
The lure of brand new, shiny things lure them away,
Sometimes into conditions that are hard to define,
revealed slowly, over time,
The children lose their innocence to objects of their desires,
too afraid to tell,
because in their world all adults conspire.......
Enjoy your children while they are still small
for when kids grow up, they tend to get tall
and will no longer be able to snuggle up on your lap
or won't need to be rocked for an afternoon nap
They won't want you to read them a story time book
No more counting the toes on their cute, chubby foot
or watching them pretend, engrossed in dress-up play
be it a cowboy or bride, their imagination on display
NOW is the time to cradle them in your arms
and to savor and cherish all their baby charms
To play games of Patty-Cake and Peek-a-boo
while their entire world still revolves around you
True, there will be days when you long for some down time
You'll feel tired and frazzled, but please keep in mind
your small ones will grow up, oh, so very, very fast
Before you know it, their childhood will be a thing of the past
Yes, you'll thank the Lord they grew up healthy and tall
But you'll sometimes wish they were still rather small
Take my advice and enjoy them now, while you can
for your children will never be children again
They're up in the tree again
Making the boughs bounce and swing,
Those daredevil children outside
Who aren't afraid of a thing.
They shout and squeal with glee
Enjoying what's left of the day.
It's wonderful to see them outside,
The way children used to play.
They remind me of my childhood,
Climbing trees and having fun.
Playing with friends, making up games,
Until the day is done.
They bring a smile to my face.
Joy is contagious I think.
I hope they have many more days like this
Because childhood is gone in a blink.
Suffer the little children that hide their pain
For these innocent victims, who’s to blame?
Although many a tragedy happen at home
Society, itself, inflicts harsh pains of its own
Danger and violence are a part of everyday
And, the children know it shouldn’t be that way
The remain fearful in living with all they endure
Safety and security, they never know for sure
Clinging to anything showing an open arm
They barely survive using sheer wit and charm
Restitutional change is imperative somehow
Our children need salvation, and they need it now
Accepting responsibility is where all must begin
To partake in the marking of suffering’s end.
i can't stop a child from crying
although it breaks my heart in two
children will cry
over a broken toy
over a wrong done to them
i can try for a moment to distract them
until tears well up again
and, like a gushing waterfall,
streak towards earth in blinding speed-
our children are our world
each beating heart
holding unfathomable potential to make changes
on and in our earth
our children are our future
each tiny hand
capable of holding firm the reins of the future
while straddling the past and present into
something that is important and real-
our children
lovely and innocent
are born to us
helpless and dependent
only wanting our
truest love and
tenderness.