Poetry Blogs (child)

My Child - Poem by Marie 

My child 
born disabled and deaf 
Yet loved by your every breath 

My child 
Blue eyes perfect face and hands 
No one else understands 

My child 
Born imperfect into a perfect world 
Rosy cheeks brown hair all curled 

My child 
I cry for you gods creation 
Born into this situation 

My Child 
Limbs disabled you'll never walk 
You will make noises but never ...

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And a 
Child shivers in
The cold

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The first time I saw you, your mouth held no words.
I would take you out and watch you marvel at the birds.

Your awkward waddle would bring me smiles.
There was peace in my life holding you as we walked for miles.

The screaming, the crying, the testing,
The laughing, the hugging, the learning.

As I helped you grow, and loved every moment.
Even the ones that involved your excrement.

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I see the opening of your mind's eye, 

glittering like a starry sky. 

Asking yourself, how high? 

The iron will that says, I try. 

Go my darling, you'll fly. 

Full of joy, I cry. 

The apple of your father's  eye.

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Surprises come everyday

some small

some large

Then there was you

---

I tripped

and dropped 

you on your head

I tried to pick you up

but didn't know how

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To this day you hate me

To this day I let you

---

Because I  am old

and wiser

I realize

Sometimes hate heals

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You need it to make 

your world right

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So I sit here tonight

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A single child,

Trapped behind rows and rows of wooden bars,

Longing for the warm comfort of their mother.

Their lungs ache in agony,

Wanting and waiting,

Their tiny cheeks ridden with tears.

They shake their small cage

As they grow tired and agitated.

Why hasn’t she come yet?

Doesn’t she know I want her?

They sit in defeat,

With sobs turning into te...

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As a child

I thought

the sun rose

and sat because

of my Dad.

As a teenager

I thought my

Dad was one

of the bumbest

people on earth.

Now that I

am over the

age of Fifty

I think the

older I get

the smarter

my Dad was.

The Circle

of life.

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Eyrie Avenue

After the chicks had flown the nest

she sat in stony silence –

rocking back and forth in an upright chair.

The hair on her head pulled tight into a cowl

that accentuated her horny skull.

A sharp, beak nose and dull, see all eyes

that fluttered from pillar to post –

Until –

The ball came over the wall –

Then –

Fingers cur...

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Forget Me Not

“Be grateful for the light”,

my mum would say.

I remember that

as if it were only yesterday.

“Because, without it

the dark will never go away

and what’s hidden in it

will be inclined to stay”.

I had a son -

but I forget his name.

Yesterday,

someone like him came

to visit me -

but he was not the same,

because m...

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The old lady shouted "Help me, please help me"

Sitting in her chair she was

wrapped in multicoloured shawl

refusing to elaborate

She couldn't see and couldn't hear

Refused to have her hearing help

Continued shouting "Help me help me"

"Won't somebody help me please"

Yet every time I tried to help her

Shouts vociferous and rude

Decrying all that...

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If only I had known

what was happening,

If only I had known

where you lived.

If only I had known,

I would have gone

into your home.

I would have

taken you out.

If only I had known,

I would have taken

you into my home.

I would have fed you.

If ...

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