A little kid
I wished to be little kid
Mother’s hand to feed
Father to lift with strong hand
Brother to throw me in open sand
To stand up on feet with great courage
Little steps forward but unable to manage
Desire to grow fast with total disregard to age
Still safe under shed but not meant to be in cage
It is safe world for all times to come
Everybody to shake hand with warm welcome
All needs to be met at short notice
I felt it amusing and very nice
To run after mother step by step
To be pushed in corner with tying of trap
No nuisance of any kind simple tolerated
Simple movements revealed and narrated
Youth has lost al its charm
Child days were very warm
It has its own charismatic value
You get everything even when not due
I would love to live again
As child to be with family main
What a days to be spent with complete joy?
it was nice to spent it with different toys
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Being small child
I was not afraid of being small child
As father was so gentle and mild
Mother too had full quota of affection
Everything was laughed out as my childish action
Sometimes I used to feel embarrassed
I was not bitten but always kissed
Taken in arms and rounded at all places
I knew little why they all had smile on faces?
Everybody was ready to take me out
I had no chance to talk or think about
I was pleasure girl and liked by all
They will be courteous and give me fine call
If the days had wings I would have preferred
To remain as child and waited to be conferred
All precious gifts and great smiles with love
Stay with me comfortably and finally drove
I remember holding parent’s hand
For me there was never any end
It was just beginning and I was just following
I was restricted to move with caution of slowing
I have gathered the strength and started to move
I had to only advance with age and nothing to prove
The days are passing like rain and am coming off fast
I don’t remember when it was over and did last
Those memorable days over
There is no more fathers’ cover
No one scolds me for any action
I find hardly any reaction
Some new shape is taking place in my womb
Father is with me and slowly leading me with thumb
There is generation gap and I am simply following
I try to slip in sweet memory but it not allowing
I may be mother in few weeks
My child may definitely seek
Some protection and advice
Would her/his deeds suffice?
I need not struggle hard to find
The past days have gone with the wind?
I should learn how to be generous and very kind
Not to follow it as routine or as blind
I was shown the middle path to go safe and slow
In the same way I will try for my child to grow
The same treatment and same love for unborn
That is not the worry for me or whole concern
It is complete cycle and likely to be repeated
The main purpose is never going to be defeated
I think nothing goes against unless you opt
You must be willing to accept the fact and be very prompt
*How close we are to know about being nice flower”
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Child In Your Arms
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
I know it's hard to understand
Why I was taken from your hands
One day we'll meet again
Mother and father hand in hand
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Pick a star in the sky
And see the twinkle in my eye
As I send you my love
From heavens above
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
All the new mothers above
Giving their love
To the new born child
In heavens above
Mother father watch over me
And jesus will watch over you
I feel your love in heavens above
I'll see you here
When it's your time to come
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Oh mummy dear
I see you and daddy so near
My life as just begun
In heavens above
So don't be afraid to live your life
Be glad and happy to what comes to you
I'll keep you safe as I watch over you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Sweet child in heaven
Sleep in peace
I hope you see all you want to see
Be who you want to be
God bless
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Sweetmother
Let her be nice, let her be wicked is she, mother is my mother. Let her be beauty, let her be ugly, mother is my mother. A gold that can never be lost, she look after me even if am wicked, she look into my eyes when am wick praying all days for my life. Even if she don't eat, she will look for what to eat. Let her be ugly, mother is my mother when i was still a kid, she carries me gently on her hand, she willlonl into my eyes and smile, she will say my good child when you are strong, you will make it in life, you will be successful even more that mother. There is no better love than mama's care. I love you mother. May you dat the FRUIT OF YOUR LABOUR.
poem by Lekadabra Fadimu
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Higher Ground
Walk me over this situation
Let the suns light warm my face
Once again the times are changing
Once again Ive lost my way
While the words of acient poets
Fall like dust upon my shoes
Greed has grabbed me of my vision
Turned my heart from higher truths
So take my hand and lift me higher
Be my love and my desire
Hold me safe, in honor bound
Take my heart to higher ground
I have walked too long in darkness
I have walked too long alone
Blindy clutching fist of diamonds
That I found were only stones
I would trade the wealth of ages
For a warmer hand to hold
Though the path of life is narrow
But it leads the streets of gold
So take my hand and lift me higher
Be my love and my desire
Hold me safe, in honor bound
Take my heart to higher ground
In this world we move through shadows
Never sure of what we see
While the truth abides between us
Come and share the truth with me
So take my hand and lift me higher
Be my love and my desire
Hold me safe in honor bound
Take my heart to higher ground
Ooh, ooh
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Precious gift
Love is precious gift from almighty
It is in different form with variety
Son to mother and mother to kids
All with certain messages and firm leads
It has its unique ways to bear
Its beat you can clearly hear
No one must have any doubts or fear
It will always give happiness and not tears
Some one said “I love you”
Reply I heard was “I miss you”
I thought she was referring gone week
When I had waited for her to come and seek
She has busy schedule on hand
Even though she is close friend
She politely said no as program was full
I had to sit back and observe it as fool
For her it was nice way of telling” I love you”
It will be meant nothing short of “I miss you”
She will stick to the words and keep the promise
But won’t commit and act as wise
It is nice of any woman to acknowledge
When she has understood the meaning of age
The spring and autumn has clear message
She has to open and write on new page
That will speak of her entire aim
Many may come forward and claim
Express the desire to have firm bond
She is beautiful fish in small pond
The world may appeal her from different angle
She has to come up with firm proposal
Yes or no may compel her to take her own decision
As life is meant to be spent with great precision
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tears dropp
Tears dropped from my eyes
As the days passed by
It was painful yet so dear
I had to undergo it and bear
I remembered exactly when father was no more
It had jolted me and tore apart
The mother was still there to console
I heaved a sigh of relief with strong pole
As mother proved to be strong lady
There was felt no vacuum for the daddy
He had left no fortune but placed us in strong hand
Mother took the control and treated us like friends
We owed the body and soul to parents
It was true and very much apparent
We had learnt lessons of self sufficiency
Mother worked hard for us not to feel any deficiency
I remember and count critical moments
Mother stood firm and gave no vents
It was her heroic effort to keep us under fold
She taught us to be brave and bold
Today when I look back and open the memory
It all moves like movie with all impressions to carry
I move with all the scenes as if it has happened yesterday
It has ended with the nightmare in a day
We were hand to mouth for many days
We could find no respectful way
It required great struggle to survive
We too were determined for powerful drive
It did not break us from within
It was situation like no loss no wins
We had learnt a lot to stand fast
The situation was not to remain same till last
I have vivid memory and painful past
Even though it made us tough to stand fast
It had made us to forget and leave behind
There was to be left no trace to find
Though mother is not with me today
I have not forgotten those days
She was by all means an alert guard
To take us in strength and look forward
I have raised great empire with all means
She is there in all the corners and seen
It was her resolute stand that took us out of storm
She was as dedicated as before and fully informed
I shed tears not for being left alone
But her action to take us out from cyclone
Had she lost her courage and presence of mind
We would have been no where to find
Though God is great to take us to shore
We pray all those dear ones and adore
We can do nothing for their brave front
Only last glorious moments make us to confront
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken)
That which I saved I lost
And that I lost I found,
And you are mine, oh tender little ghost,
Whose grave is holy ground.
That which I kept is flown,
So fast the children grow,
The only child I keep to be my own
I lost long years ago.
The little ones that stayed
Slip from me while I cry:
Oh, not so fast, so fast, you golden-head.
Swift as the wind they fly.
Not two days are the same.
To-morrow will not see
To-day's young children, crested like a flame,
Gathered about my knee.
One day a day will dawn
Will see me dispossessed --
An empty nest whence singing-birds have flown.
Who shall refill the nest?
The years run out like sand
To strip me of my pride;
Then in my hand will steal a clinging hand.
I keep the child who died.
God gives and does not lend
This one lamb of the fold;
And he will need his mother to the end
And never will grow old.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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The Touch Of Your Hand
I was fascinated by your hands yesterday
touching all those you met on your way.
Holding the hand of a child so tenderly.
Working hard to care for friends and family.
Those hands were the hands of the Lord.
They spoke more powerfully than any word.
And I saw sweet works of Jesus taking place
as you reached out to touch others by His grace.
But then to my pleasure and my great joy
you reached out taking the hand of your Roy.
Lifting my soul to such heavenly heights
and filling my heart with loving delights.
It was such a privilege to hold and be near
touching the hand of the one I love so dear.
I felt I was being held by the hand of the Lord
for such blessings can only come from God.
My dear — Grow old with me, my lovely wife.
We'll walk forward like this the rest of our life.
Hand in hand, step by step and day by day.
Together with the Lord, let's walk His way.
Remember?
Sitting here for days,
Pen in my hand,
Where Oh where do I even begin?
Got you on my mind,
That's nothing new,
I'm stuck in a rut,
Please sun..shine down on me,
Let my true feeling spill out on the lonely blank piece of paper,
Writing your name across my wrist,
Seeing my veins appear,
So blue just like the ink above,
Baby remember all those times we've spent together,
Staying up so late just to talk to one another,
Phone calls lasting until 3am,
Remember all of our hugs, kisses, smiles, and laughter,
And even the hard times,
All the tears I've shed,
But you always seemed to be there,
Picking me back up,
Wiping my tears away each step forward,
I still remember that very first day,
That New Year's kiss...that felt like it lasted a life time,
While spending hours on end by your side,
In your arms...safe as ever,
Don't I just wish I had a replay button right now,
Though I can only look forward to the future,
So many more memories to make with you..my love♥
By; Brandi Dybala *2/17/11*
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Sad Moments
I remembered those lovely and sad moments’
When felt kind hand moving in hair with some movements
Her tears were falling on my cheeks and whole face
I was still not awakened and felt sweet embrace
I was just back from my training school camp
Energetic, red face young man with official stamp
People may point out at my white skin and red face
It was smart turn out in civil dress with no more chases
I used to come back late in night with friends
My mother will wait for me and world may then end
I will have dinner which she may serve
What a lovely scene to see and deserve?
When my days drew nearer her mind was seized with questions
She became helpless and choked up with emotions
As I was brought with care and bond of relations
Any mother would miss her son in question
Whenever I used to find or see mother’s statue
It may compel me to think and deeply view
Her curved face lines with lots of emotional mixture
Kindness with lots of anxieties for child’s future
I remember, as an infant, her worries and concern
She may eagerly want and wait for my turn
To feed me with her own hand and enjoy
I too used to feel love, affection with joy
It was heavenly cover and shade
She provided it safe and in fact made
We all were enjoying under her patronage
Even today she is unforgettable figure in age
When I woke up from deep sleep
I found her eyes with worries so deep
She was unable to hide or keep
Yet I guessed how badly she failed not to weep
Such is nature of mother and may always be the same
Let us not forget her contribution and ever blame
She has brought us up to face any challenges
It is we who may fail or succeed or hardly manage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Label of a Child
When I first met him, he was just a small little child,
He was so sweet and innocent, meek, and mild.
His future was shining through his brilliant little eyes,
Unaware of the coming troubles, conflicts and lies.
As he watched me with eyes full of curiosity,
He stayed back alittle, just evaluating me.
He was now labed, as a child of divorce,
He didn't know the term 'divorce' of course.
His dad stood by him with deep passion and love,
The kind of love that comes from heaven above.
No one could touch him, if not through his dad,
It's a story of love, we all wish we had
As time crawled on, he was still unsure,
He watched and waited for love that was pure.
Not the forced love, just because of birth
The type of love that shows a child's worth.
One day, the child dropped his defenses
And asked, Will you be my mom? , in a complete sentence.
I offered my heart, my world, and my life,
to this little boy who was riddled with strife.
As the years passed, a strong family grew,
A 'divorced' family? Nobody knew.
We over came much trouble and strive,
But we have a strong family and a terrific live.
So, when you come into a relationship, where's there a child,
Go slowly and patiently, gently and mild.
Remember, a 'step' is something under your feet,
It should never been used on a child, please be discreet.
The only thing that child should ever hear,
Is, I love you deeply and I need you near.
Don't label that child as step or divorced
That causes deep sadness and total remorse!
Just say I love you to your child every day,
Then the love of that child will never go away.
poem by Donna Kay Patterson
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Never hesitate to leave
Never hesitate to leave!
I would never hesitate to leave this world
If my child is in danger or slips out of fold
“Mother would go to any extent” I was told
As certain things are totally free and not sold
I am totally aware that child needs total care
Some of the mother hide it and don’t dare
But what a joy on earth to feel while feeding
Pain mattered less at the time of delivery while bleeding
Each one of us may be dreaming about nice creature
As lots of expectations and dreams for making sure
What a child may bring in for our future life?
How do I feel about it as mother and wife!
My blood is directly flowing in his vanes
Lot many unsaid things are reflected as tales
But whole of world seems so tiny or small
When I hear baby’s cry or simple call
Let all babies get simple care from mother
All happiness with so much dedication and care
It is said child remembers mother when best fed
So later on holds hand of mother and leads
Whole world seems to me a tiny object
If I am to choose I will certainly reject
What a beautiful smile when I start feeding
All so more important satisfaction by her needing
I look at that curly hair
Everything looks so fair
How can I think of going somewhere?
When heaven and happiness is all here
I would love to sink when time comes
I won’t bother whether child later on welcomes or not
At present I see best part on feeding
It is the best present after my wedding
Many mothers may think it as absurd
But it is mother’s love with caring word
Sincere prayer along with it for her well being
My gesture will be after all less of doing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Peaceful And Warm
I went driving through my old hometown
It was Thursday the bright sun on the horizon
I was surprised to see no one had burned it down
It seemed so peaceful and warm
Floods of memories came back to me
All the things we got away with when we were younger
And I felt kind of like a refugee
Like a scattered pile of leaves in a storm
Peaceful memory like lights on a Christmas tree
Every hometown should be peaceful and warm
Every father mother sister brother friend of the family
Peaceful and warm
Somehow now and then didn't seem to blend
'Till a farmer plowing his field waved hello
Another working man doing the best he can
I hope he is peaceful and warm
Peaceful memory plows in the green field sea
Every hometown should be peaceful and warm
Every father mother sister brother friend of the family
Peaceful and warm
On the Kansas banks of the Muddy Mo'
I threw rocks in the river and dreamed of running away
In a wind of change only a father knows
In a world so hectic so cold
I guess my old hometown's kinda dead and gone
Miss the sign on I-29 and you blow right by
But it's a place I can go remember where I come from
It will help me keep me peaceful and warm
Peaceful memory the only thing that's free
Take them and try to be peaceful and warm
Every father mother sister brother friend of the family
Peaceful peaceful and warm
song performed by by Kansas
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An open eye
You didn't open eyes or looked at me
We were under the shed of the tree
The sweet fragrance was filling the air
I was slipping into memory with split hair
Her face was glowing with bright shine
Cheeks were red rose and appearance was very fine
She need not speak anything as it was open secret
Even passers by could imagine and pass the comment
Such nice heaven was on earth to enjoy with
The tongue was blocked by jealous teeth
The dream consequences were shaping in the mind
The clouds shower and wind was around to find
She still lay motionless and was free from worry
She felt very safe as if I was only going to feel sorry
It was her turn now to take me to the real world
She was certainly sure that I might not develop cold
She came closer step by step and tried to wave hand with bye
No expression on face with lot of questions with many whys?
She was seeking reassurances as how to surrender
I still didn't understand the invitation and wondered
I had everything to gain from her heavenly gift
Mind was rushing with ideas and developing rift
Can this happen again and make some shift?
I was slipping into dreams with the help of emotional lift
I was thousands of miles away from the real world
She was ready and almost willing to keep me in her fold
What was I doing there to please her and promise?
I was upbeat and willing to surprise
She didn't object me but extended delicate hand
Fingers touched hand to create a nice feeling of friend
The horizon was shrinking and was coming to an end
I was flowing with her in all the respect with new trend
She overwhelmed me with all the respect
I had no time left in me to introspect
It was going to be permanent with holy pact
I had her consent but needed honest act
She was there with affection and charm
Her attitude was showing great appeal and warmth
I could go in for her for complete unity
She was there in the near vicinity
She made gentle tap on my solder and wished good luck
The act seemed to me very gracious but almost struck
It was pure invitation to side with her in the life boat
'Will you be with me for ever' I heard her with fine quote'
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mom
You hold me in your arms, first time,
Warm tears were rolling down on your cheek,
Drops of happiness betrayed your infinite ecstasy,
And "two hearts-one" then began to beat.
I was safe, I was not afraid,
Because I felt your love for me,
I understood right then that you are my Mom,
And I knew how long I will live you'll be my Mommy!
On so many late nights, you watched me
Whispering with love... "You'll be fine!"
You gave me comfort in pain and sorrow,
You, Mom, were always by my side.
You were the first sound that I said,
Which then opened a path to the whole range,
The dearest, the most beloved word,
The precious word of "Mother" that will never change.
You were there with me when I took the first step,
You have inspired me with power and will,
So much love I felt in your voice,
You taught me when to walk and when to stay still.
Hand in hand you walked with me on my first day of school,
The first book that we read together, now it's in the past,
Loving and tender you corrected my mistakes,
I still remember how you told me "You're the best!"
You taught me to say what I think and what I feel,
You told me; never, never lie,
And daily to live for Jesus,
Without fear to always watch the sky.
You taught me to comfort others with love,
And to spread the Light all around me,
You told me that I am a child of God,
You taught me to believe in Eternity!
So many precious things you planted in me,
Today I thank Jesus, Mother for You,
You gave me life and taught me how to live it,
Today, tomorrow, always my dear Mother; I Love You!
poem by Marius Alexandru (May 2020)
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Mother, I May Have Been A Naughty Child
Mother, I may have been a naughty child,
But I am your child nevertheless!
You own the world, mother, you are the queen of the world,
And look at me, I go about in the habit of a beggar.
You are bent on neglecting me,
But I love you anyway, it is you, only you that I call upon.
Just as a child runs to his mother even after she has scolded him,
So do I run to you.
How could you push me away from you, mother,
You are my mother, are you not?
Oh, why did you cast me away, mother,
Leave me to play in the dust?
I would have been a better child,
Had only you been a little more kind to me.
I am sad and angry, mother,
I shall go away anywhere my eyes and my feet take me to.
I do not care now whether i live or die now, mother,
I am going away.
poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam
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Caress
A caress can be the simple touch
A friendly squeeze of one’s shoulder
Can also mean so very much
When caress becomes a bit bolder
A caress can be a gentle tug
On tresses spread cross shoulder
A warm reassurance that all is well
When all else seems to grow colder
A contact of comfort to a wee girl child
With love from the mum that holds her
Just the simple touch
of a caring caress,
A squeeze of one’s hand
That Can strengthen the weak
Is what we want and need
No more, …no less
Just a touch on the brow…
A pat on the cheek
Just a kind, warm caress…
As we all grow older
poem by David Whalen
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Brother to brother
Brother to brother sister to sister
Hand to hand land to land
Mother to mother father to father
Clap to clap step to step
Uni to multi culti to ulti
Blasts to dust must to must
Centum to satem pre post to mortem
Lips to lips hips to hips
Ashes to ash a whale to a splash
Vow to vow now to now
2010.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Born To Be Ransomed
Born to be ransomed,
Born for a reason,
On one side Love,
On the other side Security,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed elsewhere,
Or,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed with them,
Born to be ransomed,
Held ransomed by those,
For security measures of the father and mother,
So,
They are called on by the beckoning,
Of,
Those holding child held by ransomed,
Is what people do when child means,
A lot to mother and father,
Love and security in family keepings,
Born to be ransomed,
With intent to use child,
By the takers of child,
To profit and gain,
For themselves in lifes times,
When child born is then used,
Till,
Mother and father is killed,
And,
Child is then raised in a racket,
For,
What mother and father were,
And,
Left for the child when child grown,
In giving is receiving,
All that has good intentions,
Gives for good reasons,
Yet,
Why one is born to be ransomed,
Is,
The what see's and pre-desires,
The placement and life,
Of,
What two in love have made,
The unborn child then becomes,
The ransom of what wants,
What,
The two have in love and wealth,
When this goes on and child is grown,
The eyes that see and yet do not understand,
Is,
The child raised seeing all,
From,
The good ways,
To the bad ways,
To the cruel ways,
To,
The crimes committed and seen,
Is,
The eyes of seeing,
From,
Been born in a world disrupted,
Is,
A child born and ransomed,
What is of matter,
Mattering to two,
Two in love,
That,
Choose to be one,
One as in a couple,
To matter and be,
For,
What matters to them,
Is,
What brings matter of two,
To,
Become a matter of one,
A,
Child born of two,
Yet,
Now matter's to none,
But,
What ransoms the child out,
Till,
The child grew to be,
And,
Left them all behind,
Knowing,
Mother and father are dead,
Living,
Life knowing too much,
Just,
From been the ransom,
The ransom,
Of,
All,
That,
Is,
Of,
Mother and father,
Till,
All,
Of,
Mother and father's,
Income and places,
Was,
Spent and giving to others,
Tis,
Then,
Ransomed child grown,
Can,
Leave,
With noting,
But themselve,
To have some kind,
Of life,
Somewhere else,
Faraway!
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Simple Kindness
I was walking to school in sunlight that normally
Felt like a child's smile and smelled like an adventure
Into the rainbow world of an education
Not today
Today I felt as if the world is upon my shoulders
I was so stressed and worried
Such as a person does when they are about to
Squat 400lb
With tears tumbling down my checks
Thinking why is life so hard
Why can't it be more simple
More rain falls on a cold April morning down my face
Taking the forbidden shortcut to school
For the sake of the tune of my stomach
Into a place where the sun never shines
A fire catches my eyes a fire that freezes my tears
As I blink I catch one in my hand a single tear that meant
Sadness, loneliness, and self abandon ness just seconds ago
Now means understanding, self motivation and the knowing I'm the one
That will feed the world its cold medicine
Only if kindness could be the cure
I was the one thinking why life is so hard
When there is a mother standing there with her child
Praying the cold would end
The mother wishing she had something that didn't mean
Crawling into the dumpster
To feed her starving five year old girl
The only thing she has left
Regretting experimenting with that one needle
That was just for fun
Well she's not laughing anymore
Now the jokes really on her
And thankful for her daughter
For her company all these years
But its not like she had a choice
Only if simple kindness could be the cure
To a mother's
Shame gilt regret or
Broken pride
But simple kindness can fix
The hunger of an innocent child
That childs need for an education and
A mother that wants to do better in life for her daughter
Only if simple kindness could be the cure
To the common cold
To cancer
To any of the worlds problems
Are you ready to be the one to deliver it to the world
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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