Hobby horse,
child at play,
breaking glass,
memories remain.
Sad and lonely,
dark and gray,
haunting tales
of yesterday.
This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
Monday, May 7, 2012
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1 comment:
Hi - it's been so long. I am glad to see you again. Haunting poem. Try and make new memories with children in your world - happy,, life-giving, good memories.
Love Gail
peace.....
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