Long Caregivingchild Poems

Spare the Rod...

As a child in days gone by
Mother’s rod was swift  but sure
Many a weal as time went by
Scarred my skin an ugly blue.

Nagging was the way of life
My mother used to lay the rule 
Not a day did I cry
Child abuse, nor reported it at school.

Father’s hands lay thick and strong
A whopping blow upon my hide
On the day I failed at sums
That slap brought answers quick to mind.

Even when I pouted and sulked 
Cups or shoes came flying high
Never ever missed the target 
That mother’s aim intended to strike.

No words were kind
When I did wrong
No sparing the rod to spoil the child
Discipline the child was a daily song.

Today the cry is child abuse
For which society has no use
Put the child in a foster home
To grow up to be another deviant one.

 Is it wise to spare the rod?
Or better yet to talk with the child? 
Still mother’s way did well for me
To talk and live like a Jesus child.