A summer ago in my domain of kids
Walked a family of five
Two women and five little ones
One was rotund and vivacious
Other was as a reed, starved and passive
Their children obviously needed help
They struggled and struggled
But words eluded them
In the gutters of stupidity
Enjoyment they found
Their future looked dim and slim
Like the lady emaciated and grim
I assured them an outcome good
All encouragements they withstood
Money paid they left the flloor
While four of them breezed through
A little boy struggled in the same
I scared him, and gave him courage with no avail
To investigate his parents I called
But that woman came emaciated and small
Where is the boy's father I inquired
He works very hard and comes after dark
"Your boy needs help" I said
"There nothing I could do
to you I have given instead" she murmured
For I alone can't change a little child
Its together can work to improve
So I said "Mam, Its you who can do"
And as the conversation grew
She poured her heart
For her, I occupied the highest pedestal
And so she confided
That her man had left her and gone
To dote another fawn
The son the suffering pawn
Now Iam not trained with skills impersonal
To handle a problem as a machine
I looked at the little child
Now his solution only with his mother lay
Not on science, no not on any
If the self esteem of the mother is built
And if her spirit is lifted up on stilts
She will a mother and a father be
To her son who missed his dad so dearly
So in pity I spoke and spoke.
Always reminding her that her frame and weight
Resembled my daughter, and kept it very straight
And as the emotions she sometimes surged
I did not stonewall but allowed it to merge
Within myself "a confused state"
Days went by giving way to weeks
Her spirits soared and she could now speak
With her head held high
She saw her problems go by
Her son no longer weak..
I gave her hope, I gave her Paris
I gave her thoughts she could nurture
I even gave her a name - Aalex
Her identity she changed
She stood bold and strong
And then came a day, when the sun did shine
Her man came back and reconciled
Graciously she had forgiven
Graciously she had forgotten
The past was washed and gone
Aalex, in a faithful home was born
And then to ordinary pagans she had gone
Today she stands on firm rock
She recaptured her past
And reset her clock
Well you may ask me about my life
If only someone bold and selfless
Can be on my side
My problems like, Aalex, I will overcome
And get back my love in my very home
Till then i will plough the seas rough
But never given into selfish stuff
For to gain you need to loose
Till then I will be a recluse
If with horses you need to run
The footman's life you need to shun
With the oats of boldness you must feed
To run faster than any steed
For if you like footmen feed on milk
Communing among your own ilk
In a land of peace if you fear
When Jordan rises
You will disappear.
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Posted By Number Cruncher to Words. at 4/07/2009 09:07:00 PM
Walked a family of five
Two women and five little ones
One was rotund and vivacious
Other was as a reed, starved and passive
Their children obviously needed help
They struggled and struggled
But words eluded them
In the gutters of stupidity
Enjoyment they found
Their future looked dim and slim
Like the lady emaciated and grim
I assured them an outcome good
All encouragements they withstood
Money paid they left the flloor
While four of them breezed through
A little boy struggled in the same
I scared him, and gave him courage with no avail
To investigate his parents I called
But that woman came emaciated and small
Where is the boy's father I inquired
He works very hard and comes after dark
"Your boy needs help" I said
"There nothing I could do
to you I have given instead" she murmured
For I alone can't change a little child
Its together can work to improve
So I said "Mam, Its you who can do"
And as the conversation grew
She poured her heart
For her, I occupied the highest pedestal
And so she confided
That her man had left her and gone
To dote another fawn
The son the suffering pawn
Now Iam not trained with skills impersonal
To handle a problem as a machine
I looked at the little child
Now his solution only with his mother lay
Not on science, no not on any
If the self esteem of the mother is built
And if her spirit is lifted up on stilts
She will a mother and a father be
To her son who missed his dad so dearly
So in pity I spoke and spoke.
Always reminding her that her frame and weight
Resembled my daughter, and kept it very straight
And as the emotions she sometimes surged
I did not stonewall but allowed it to merge
Within myself "a confused state"
Days went by giving way to weeks
Her spirits soared and she could now speak
With her head held high
She saw her problems go by
Her son no longer weak..
I gave her hope, I gave her Paris
I gave her thoughts she could nurture
I even gave her a name - Aalex
Her identity she changed
She stood bold and strong
And then came a day, when the sun did shine
Her man came back and reconciled
Graciously she had forgiven
Graciously she had forgotten
The past was washed and gone
Aalex, in a faithful home was born
And then to ordinary pagans she had gone
Today she stands on firm rock
She recaptured her past
And reset her clock
Well you may ask me about my life
If only someone bold and selfless
Can be on my side
My problems like, Aalex, I will overcome
And get back my love in my very home
Till then i will plough the seas rough
But never given into selfish stuff
For to gain you need to loose
Till then I will be a recluse
If with horses you need to run
The footman's life you need to shun
With the oats of boldness you must feed
To run faster than any steed
For if you like footmen feed on milk
Communing among your own ilk
In a land of peace if you fear
When Jordan rises
You will disappear.
--
Posted By Number Cruncher to Words. at 4/07/2009 09:07:00 PM
1 comment:
THE POEM IS SO TOUCHING. YOU SHOULD BE MOTHER TERESA 2. ITS GREAT HOW YOU MAKE SO MUCH SACRIFICES FOR OTHERS. YOU ARE CLIMBING THE LADDER TO HEAVEN. GOD BLESS YOU.
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