My Little Star
Today I see in you refection
Exactly it was when gave some indication
You were only child in family
That had graced our family
How great I had felt when you were born
Brother was adamant and remained stubborn
You, as girl, were not wanted or desired
But we all were happy, rejoiced and admired
'What will you want to be when growing young'?
'Scientist' you were quick to reply and sing
You were lovely child and liked by all
We all were scared when you started to walk and had frequent fall
You were brilliant in your studies
You always insisted on some kind of thesis
A genuine quality generally seen in bright students
And later on to prove as major event
I feel proud when see you around
You are on your strong way to be found
I gather the impression that you are most intelligent
A lovely child in our home as heavenly sent
I have seen you growing in stages
You were gifted with extra qualities with an age
I was sure of your golden letters on page
A day not far off when you will shine with an age
I wish you a great success and bright carrier
And also pray that you face no barrier
Your path should be smooth one and straight
Where you are not burdened with worries and weight
I remember your father when she had sent you here
He had all expectations but was afraid and scared with fears
I had to do all pleading when he was about to break down
All his emotions were turned into grief and made known
I am in tears when old memory takes me over
I want no hand kerchief to offer me cover
My eyes are wet but with emotions and joy
I want this day to be celebrated and enjoyed
You are our inspiration and destiny
It has been dream in our family
That you may shine and bring glory
That was all we prayed to God almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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DON'T
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You may feel ignored
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To every child who thinks about ending it all........
DON'T
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What If It Was Your Child
I saw a child yesterday sitting on a corner, tears
streaming down its face, and I stopped to ask
why and the child replied, “no one likes me,
they laugh at me and say I lie, but I don’t lie.”
I walk away after leaving a hug and some words
of encouragement, but as I walked home I said,
“thank God it was not my child.”
Today thousands starved to death because they
had no food. Some ones little girl, some ones
son, but my child ate well.
I turned off the television news and I said, “thank
God it was not my child.”
Every day it seems there is more tragedy, more
horrors, children dying, abused and killed, and it
seems nothing is done to change these things, but
my child is safe, warm and fed.
So when I go to sleep at night I pray and say,
“thank God it was not my child.”
This morning someone screamed at my child and
when I in anger started to reply I thought of Jesus on
the cross, his father watching as he suffered and died
at the hands of the very ones he came to save and I
walked away and prayed, “thank God it was not my
child.”
So my friends the next time you are upset over some
wrong you feel has been done to your child, think of
all the wrongs in the world and should you feel the
need for revenge remember, Jesus could have called
all the angels in Heaven for help but instead he cried,
“father forgive them they know not what they do.”
And God said, ” what if it was your child? ”
The family that used to be
The family the used to be
There was once a happy family
Everything seem to be going right
Everybody was happy
There was no arguments or no fights
My mom and dad loved each other
Well at least I thought so
But after 2 years or so
All the love seemed to go
And disappear into the night
They began to argue
They began to fight
This hurted me inside
At night I cried
I hated for the family to fall apart
This truly broke my heart
When my father left the house
I didn’t care anymore
I wanted the family to be happy and full of love
But like my father that all went out the door
My heart felt so soar
I couldn’t love anymore
So I began to not care
Doing things I wouldn’t dare do
ONLY IF MY FATHER WAS HERE
My mom worries about me and wonder why I act this way
I never told her why
I just simply reply I’ll be ok
No one understands me
No one feels the pain I feel
When I think about how my family used to be
And how it is today
So a family the once used to be a family 3
Is now a family of 2
The house is quiet boring and blue
It’s not the same with out my dad here
But I can’t do nothing but cry (tear)
Signed a hurt child
By atiya
poem by Atiya Smith
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Do not DELETE this or ABORT
an original from Don Allan Dinio
Every time a child is conceived,
a new life just blooms. It's God's gift!
Every time a baby is born,
another cycle of life just began. Angelic!
The very first time the baby cries,
a miracle just happened. Majestic!
The mystery in this child's life just started.
That is just wonderful!
I know you say that it is your choice but
don't forget it's the baby's ~ right to live!
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
You got to think hard to do or not to do it.
The pressure is on you. Your life.
It is your pride versus the baby's right.
You got to ponder how in the world can you
afford to raise this child? Will you
sacrifice your future and the rest of your
life for the terrible quick mistake you made?
What kind of life would this child have?
The child is there...let him live!
The child could be a genius, a scientist,
the next president or an astrounaut.
That is just wishful thinking!
But does that really matter?
Remember, this child is your flesh and blood.
It is part of you!
Who knows this child might even save your life and many more.
Please do not ABORT!
Fifteen years from now the child will be a teenager.
Later on will be a young adult and shape his own life.
This child will be part of your joys and happiness,
fears and tears, more worries and some and more.
What child would he be? - so you may ask.
You begin to worry and it can get scary.
Life's influences on this child are so varied and many.
The friends and acquaintances the child may befriend
have tremendous effect of what he will become.
His toys, his hobbies, and his peers,
you, and the family and life as a whole
will be part of this child's personality.
This child will be fine, don't worry!
Let this one live.
Please do not DELETE this off your mind.
Thirty years or so from now this child will be a fully grown person.
This child will have a personality of his own.
This child might or could have accomplished something
really great that you can be proud of.
This child might or could done something terrible too
and you would have said and say to yourself...
'If only I knew! '
But don't take it as your fault. He is what he will become!
No one knows the future.
You should be proud you gave this child...
a choice to live instead ~
You did not ABORT!
Twenty some years ago, there was this young lady
who got pregnant and was left on her own
by someone she thought loves her and
will marry her and will live happily ever after. Huh?
DELETE that!
She thought long and hard what to do
with her pregnancy...the baby!
She was worried to death of her future,
her pride, the baby's future...just like you.
It was a tough decision, a life and death choice
to make and the baby's right to live.
This lady made the right choice -
she gave birth to her baby...a lovely beautiful baby
and turned out to be a fine lady,
a good daughter ~ You!
Please return the favor, do not ABORT!
poem by Don Allan Dinio
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Hello Uncle
'Hi and hello uncle! Do you remember me? '
I turned back to see a face smiling one and lovely
'No dear friend' I apologetically surrendered
So as not to look useless and wondered
'Chand'* is my name and do you recollect?
You were kind enough to take care and act
Today I own a farm house and live with family
Happy one and blessed of two children by almighty
The past moments rushed on the screen
Oh yes, beautiful face was almost seen
Early morning cry from a garbage heaps
Where he was abandoned with nothing in lips
I used to go for stroll with spaces very fast
The distant cry was heard along with dog's bark
I rushed to the spot and found lovely child
His eyes were closed after pronged cry but nevertheless not blind
I called for help but turned with no response
It was isolated place and invited bad fragrance
The child was wrapped in dirty cloth
Moving legs and raising hands both
I thought for a while and picked up the boy
Even though I had full family but it did annoy
I cursed the mother who had deserted child
Yet I was sympathetic and now turned mild
I thought for several days and made frantic search
I failed in all the attempts but could not reach
My faith forbade me to rear child of unknown descent
I decided to give him to a childless friend and sent
I felt relieved when found that he was nursed properly
Coming up with age and raised very orderly
Many years passed there after and I lost the touch
I wondered how boy could remember me with long absence as such
I was fed with about your generosity by my foster parent
Showed your photo and reminded me of chance as heavenly sent
I could recognize you and rushed for the blessing
'Can I touch your feet' as for all these year I was chasing
I remained motionless for several moments
How a boy remembered me for such nice comment?
Was that not the humanity call I responded with?
Few tear drops rushing in eyes as tongue remained tight behind teeth
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Family, Friends and Fellowship
He gave you arms to hold me up when I am falling down
He gave you lips to cheer me up when storms are all around
He gave you songs to fill me up when words will never do
For this family, oh Father I thank you!
He gave you tears to cry with me when I am filled with grief
He gave you joy to laugh with me when I find relief
He gave you eyes to watch over me as I walk the narrow way
For this family, Father I thank you today!
Family Friends and Fellowship keep me going strong
There’s always someone by my side I know that I belong
To a family bound for glory land, I find myself at ease
’Cause this family who loves Jesus, has His peace!
He gave you tears to cry with me when I am filled with grief
He gave you joy to laugh with me when I find relief
And because you love Jesus, I can trust you to love me too!
For this family, oh, Father I thank you!
For this family, oh, Father I thank you!
poem by Marquita Lawson
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Little Born
I rememebred my little born
It has left me shocked and torn
He is no more in this lovely world
He breathed for a while and left us in cold
I remembered how my parent had felt
When someone had died in the family left
It was leaving behind great shock and despair
A vaccume never to be filed or a loss repaired
Today I am head of the family and responsible person
I will never go sad without any reason
Small problems will not bother me at all
I shall deal it as and when they make call
If someone takes birth in family, it is different joy
We have lot more to celebrate and enjoy
We may plan who new born is to be treated
But more important is how far we are happy and elated
It is not in our hand to avoid the natural mishaps
It may be some kind of accident or early death
It causes concern and deep grief
Even though we may try to over come to get relief
What drives me desperately to go little wild?
Why almighty is not little kind?
Why new born must be taken away immediately upon birth?
Why is it so essential to pronounce him with death?
There may be ideal place for soul to rest
It is somewhat considered as best
No one comes there to disturb
It is nice, essential and superb
It makes me to think about futility
It is one kind of deterrence but to reach divinity
That is nice gift almighty has arranged
We are all to be aware of it and reconciled
My grief is over the loss of child
But desperation driving me wild
It becomes unbearable when new born is not even taking a breath
The baby is snatched away cruelly by the death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With green ground
I sat in corner almost feeling lonely
Even though the evening was pleasant and lovely
The Sun was about to set and sky was turning red
The Sun was loosing shine and I was feeling sad
Life had seen almost all colors
Right from childhood dreamer
To all events that led to marriage
And from that after to present age
I t was simple journey to be taken along
Wife was with me for right or wrong
How could it be possible without her participation?
I was weighing her contribution with invaluable relation
The birth of first child was like angel's arrival
We almost forgot everything including the struggle
We were in tight rope to meet both the ends
Yet his inclusion in family changed our trend
The birth of second child almost finished our crusade
Now it was time to adopt strict family control and forbade
Any more attempt to include new members in the family
We were now a complete family and lead it happily
What a lovely show to become horse and crawl?
The grand children are refusing to make me any withdrawn
They are on my back and beating with sticks
With their smooth skin legs and hitting kicks
I must be feeling nice in the last leg of journey
To leave behind everything and offer prayers to almighty
Have I to leave behind everything?
This has made me to feel bad in the evening
I see beautiful garden with its full blossom
How these children make noise and roam in the room?
I see it with my happy eyes and wonder heaven
What else one should expect when some people are not offered it even
The sun may set and night may creep in
What else can be before eyes and seen?
I pray Him for taking me along full round
The earth is same yet it is covered with green ground
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Corner Stone (For Father's Day)
The father is the source of strength of his family.
He can weather storm in order to protect them.
He will endure rain or shine to provide his love ones.
He is always ready to give his support and guidance all the time.
The father is consistent for his duty and love for the family.
He can move mountains and shy away the temptation.
He gives himself fully to his family with love and devotion.
Children who have a father to guide them are blessed from heaven.
A husband is a gift for his wife and siblings.
The fathers may look tough in the outside yet so soft inside.
His happiness is to see his family well provided.
He sacrifices his own needs for the sake of his family.
Fathers may mean sometimes but his heart is bleeding for his child.
Fathers are the makers of what we become.
Fathers are always there to lend a helping hand.
Fathers sometimes misunderstood of his wisdom not knowing the meaning.
Fathers are gifted to be strong and stable, firm and durable as the homes foundation.
The father is the source of life itself as we become a family.
A home with out a father can not be a family at all.
A child is lucky who have a father's love and care.
A mother is blessed to have her partner and companion in life.
A house is not a home with out the foundation.
A family is blissful when love abounds.
God bless the fathers that honor his love for his family.
And for whom who remain faithful in their vows of love and devotion.
poem by Emelita C. Smith
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A Tale of Elsinore
A little child stood thinking, sorrowfully and ill at ease,
In a forest beneath the branches of the tall pine trees -
And his big brown eyes with tears seemed dim,
While one soft arm rested on a huge dog close by him.
And only four summers had passed o'er his baby head,
And, poor little child, his twin brother was dead,
Who had died but a few days before,
And now he must play alone, for he'd see him no more.
And for many generations 'tis said for a truth
That the eldest bairn of the Cronberg family died early in youth,
Owing to a curse that pursued them for many a day,
Because the Cronberg chief had carried a lovely maiden away,
That belonged, 'tis said, to the bold Viking chief,
And her aged mother could find no relief;
And she cursed the Cronberg family in accents wild,
For the loss of her darling, beautiful child.
So at last the little child crept back to its home,
And entered the silent nursery alone,
Where he knew since morning his twin brother had lain,
But, alas! they would never walk hand in hand again.
And, pausing breathless, he gazed into the darkened room,
And there he saw in the dark gloom
The aged Gudrun keeping her lonely watch o'er the dead,
Sad and forlorn at the head of the bed.
Then little Olaf sprang joyfully into the room,
And bounding upon the bed, not fearing the corpse in the gloom;
And crept close beside the white form,
That was wont to walk by his side night and morn.
And with his dimpled hands his brother he did stroke,
And with grief his little heart almost broke;
And he whispered in baby talk his brother's name,
But, alas! to him no answer came.
But his good old nurse let little Olaf be,
The more it was very sad to see;
But she could not check the child, nor on him frown,
And as she watched him, the tears came trickling down.
Then Olaf cried, "Oh, nursey, when will he speak again?"
And old Gudrun said, "My lamb,'tis all in vain,
He is singing sweet songs with the angels now,"
And kissed him fondly on cheek and brow.
And the same evening, Olaf wandered out on the green,
Which to him and his brother oft a playground had been;
And lying down on the messy bank, their old play place,
He fell asleep with a heavenly smile upon his face.
And as he slept if seemed to him an angel drew near,
And bending o'er him seemed to drop a tear,
And swept his closed eyes with her downy wing,
Then in whispers softly she did sing -
"Love God and be good to all, and one day
You'll meet your brother in Heaven in grand array,
On that bright and golden happy shore,
Where you and your brother shall part no more."
Then the angel kissed him and vanished away,
And Olaf started to his feet in great dismay;
Then he turned his eyes to Heaven, for his heart felt sore,
And from that day the house of Cronberg was cursed no more.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life not together
Life is not what it meant to be
It is difficult to get from it free
Meanwhile you have already become big tree
You can’t escape from the responsibility and flee
As a child you have remained together
Your absence at any time makes family to bother
You feel it as yoke on your neck
All will heave a sigh of relief when you are back
In school you are together with friends
Study may continue with progress and day may end
Game in ground with securing a clear goal
No one has liked it with ending in foul
Youth has knocked the door as if arrival of spring
High ambitions and colorful dreams with songs to sing
Very much liked by all in family with high hopes for future
You are making everybody joyous and making it sure
You have loved and remained together through out
You were carefree and had nothing to think or bother about
One delicate face of innocent was already over
You wanted somebody else to provide you the cover
You have something in heart to take care
You want your dream girl to come from somewhere
Take the legitimate place and rule the kingdom
It is going to be an end of your freedom
So far you have lived and spent together
You had brother, sister father and mother
You never looked beyond four walls
Now you are out to receive sweet calls
Your priority is fully changed
You are out to create place of your own and manage
It is lovely life that is in your mind
You search for beautiful mate and wish to find
The search ends in success
You have it with pride and smiling face
The reality is before you to realize
You may have to act responsibly and be very wise
Only few years have been very lucky for you
You were proving talent and everything was going through
You have whatever you had desired in life
Now you had the companion in the form wife
Life is another name of tragedy and comedy
No one has got any clue or some kind of remedy
It spoils your carrier and spent with lots of worry
Time is approaching soon to feel bed with sorry
Life ways have become wide open and separate
You have no good relation to feel proud and relate
Days seem longer than night and nights too shorter
Your are considered fool and serious talk is leading to laughter
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I'm Growing Old
I’M growing old — ‘t is surely so;
And yet how short it seems
Since I was but a sportive child,
Enjoying childish dreams!
I cannot see the change that comes
With such an even pace;
I mark not when the wrinkles fall
Upon my fading face.
I know I’m old; and yet my heart
Is just as young and gay
As e’er it was before my locks
Of bright brown turned to gray.
I know these eyes to other eyes
Look not so bright and glad
As once they looked; and yet ‘tis nor
Because my heart’s more sad.
I never watched with purer joy
The floating clouds and glowing skies,
While glistening tears of rapture fill
These old and fading eyes.
And when I mark the cheek, wkere once
The bright rose used to glow,
It grieves me not to see instead
The almond crown my brow.
I’ve seen the flower grow old and pale,
And withered more than I;
I’ve seen it lose its every charm,
Then droop away and die.
And then I’ve seen it rise again,
Bright as the beaming sky,
And young and pure and beautiful—
And felt that so shall I.
Then what if I am growing old?
My heart is changeless still,
And God has given me enough
This loving heart to fill.
I love to see the sun go down,
And lengthening shadows throw
Along the ground, while o’er my head
The clouds in crimson glow.
I see, beyond those gorgeous clouds,
A country bright and fair,
Which needs no sun: God and the Lamb
Its light and beauty are.
I seem to hear the wondrous song
Redeemed sinners sing;
And my heart leaps to join the throng
To praise the Heavenly King.
I seem to see three cherub boys,
As hand in hand they go,
With golden curls and snowy wings,
Whose eyes with rapture glow.
When I was young I called them mine —
Now Heaven’s sweet ones are they;
But I shall claim my own again,
When I am called away.
Perhaps, when heaven’s bright gate I’ve passed,
They’ll know from every other
The one who gave them back to God,
And haste to call me mother.
0! 1 am glad I’m growing old!
For every day I spend
Shall bring me one day nearer that
Bright day that has no end.
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Three children
Three little children.
One with a home.
One sitting on a thrown.
The last child only skin and bones.
One child lives happily with his family.
One child sits alone; his family won’t spare the time
The last child watches his mother die.
One child has a few new toys.
One child has the best toys anyone can imagine.
The last child plays with sticks and stones.
One child attends public school.
One child stays home and studies alone.
The last child has to cook and has never opened a book.
The children become men.
One man is off to war.
One man is sitting behind a jail door.
The last man is very far from poor.
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Hello family.1
Hello,
family,
how are you?
my precious ones,
i see you,
you're growing up,
i feel you,
your gentle touch,
and i know,
you will be..
okay,
i know it i do.....
Hello,
family,
how are you,
today?
I heard about about the problems,
i know it will be okay,
because i trust in someone,
much greater then you or I,
and i must say I'm convinced,
you'll be safe,
so please don't cry....
Hello family,
I know it's hard,
what's going on,
it hurts my heart so much,
but I know,
that it will not go too wrong,
I know you're hurting,
i know it's hard,
but just remember,
that God is in our hearts...
Hello,
family,
Don't be scared,
im at your side,
i know know it seems horrible right now,
But i still know,
it will be alright,
see there's something more here,
that's at work,
in our hard hearts,
and i know,
you'll be safe,
he won't let us fall apart...
He wont let us fall apart....
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Was He A Child?
Was he a child? (NARRATED 7/9/10)
I was feeling down and out depressed and in despair
My chest was feeling tight My mind up in the air
Like so many others I was living from week to week
I was all the way down to my lowest peak.
Nothing seemed to console me, so I decided to take a walk.
Sat on a park bench when with me, a child started to talk.
What’s wrong mister? You look like you lost your best friend.
But don’t you worry, for soon it will end.
Its just like when I play baseball, and I want to hit a home run
And when I don’t do it, I feel like getting a gun.
My coach always tells me that I can’t always hit a home run.
As long as I get on base, that’s all that has to be done.
I looked at this child, he had a big smile on his face
He took me back- to another time, another place.
Well I’ve got to run mister to meet my family
For they are always there to hug and comfort me.
I thought: now here is a child with wisdom
Who seems to know more than me.
How is this possible? How can it be?
I turned to thank him and to tell him to have a nice day
But he was gone, he just slipped away.
I got up off the bench and looked all around
But he was not in sight, and nowhere to be found.
I felt a sense of freedom, like a burden taken off of me
For all those cares and worries, no longer bothered me.
WAS HE A CHILD?
poem by Louis Rams
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Family
(tom eyen/henrey kreiger)
Is it a beautiful day? youre beautiful!
I mentioned earlier that the world is watching each of you. you make me so proud Im the happiest woman in the world right now. I have a dream come true.
I want you to listen to me now. this is being televised again worldwide today. just calm yourselves, come on. alright.
Can you feel me?
Yes, this may be the most important moment in my life.
There are words in this song that to me are very special listen.
Its more than you
Its more than me
No matter what we are
We are a family
This dream is for us
This one can be real
They cant stop us now
Because of how we feel
Its more than you
Its more than me
Whatever dreams we have
Theyre for the family
Were not alone any more then
There are others there
And this dreams big enough
For all of us to share
So dont think youre going
Were not going anywhere
Were staying, taking our share
If you get afraid again
Ill be there
We are a family
Like a giant tree
Branching out towaards the sky
We are a family
And so much more
Than just you and i
We are a family
Like a giant tree
Growing strong
Growing wiser
We are
We are
A family
I love you
song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Child in our home
It hurts most when dear one is lost
Mentally shaken, bodily broken and paying heavy cost
Lovely child has occupied beautiful mind
What a pain and agony when not to find
"We have rose like child in our home" wrote brother
You are father now and so is nice health of mother
He was third child after marriage and I was thrilled
My heart was full of joy and completely filled
I was to be her bed side when the date was given
I impatiently waited for that day to be driven
I was divinely shine on her face with satisfaction
She was damn happy with our growing relation
I was back from frontier posting and had left her home
We are expecting new born and awaited welcome
Nothing happened in those days of my leave period
She carried on with no result and left me annoyed
After resumption of my duty I received good news
I was unlucky to be her side and clearly view
Still I was happy that it was over with no more difficulty
I prayed earnestly and bowed head silently
"God has taken over your child" brother lamented loss
New born was dead after few days with many questions to pose
He was not afforded good treatment as doctors were on leave
It was vacation period and they were in hurry to leave
I rushed home and took the stock of situation
She was in deep shock and out of normal continuation
I felt helplessness at sudden departure of child
But alas! If that was the destiny we should not act as blind
Accept the fate and come to the terms
We all have to go one by one in turn
But sometime it derails out thoughts
We go blank and unnecessary advice is sought
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Strong Man
A strong man isn’t the one that can lift 1000 pounds
A strong man is the one that can lift his family spirits
A strong man isn’t the one that wins every arm wrestling contest
A strong man is the one that lets his young child bet him at every arm wrestling contest
A strong man isn’t the one that never sheds a tear
A strong man is the one that tears up when each of his children are born
A strong man isn’t the one that gets angry and curses
A strong man is the one that keeps his cool even at the most trying of times
A strong man isn’t the one that never shows affection
A strong man is the one that always lets his family know what they mean to him
A strong man isn’t the one that leads his family
A strong man is the one that walk beside his family
A strong man isn’t the one who says he’ll be there
A strong man is the one that is there
Ask yourself, are you A Strong Man or A Strong Man
Signed: A Strong Man
poem by Earl Taylor Jr
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Unwed Mothers Pain
she was so young and mistook infatuation for love
and to her boyfriend she gave herself freely.
to her shock and gloom -a child was in her womb.
she told her boyfriend of what she discovered.
to hear him say 'it must be from another'
i am too young to marry
this problem you'll have to carry.
her friends turned their backs in dismay
they did'nt know just what to say.
when she told her family-they responded coldly.
' why did you make this mistake-now its far too late.
love is not the opening of your thighs.
now you'll have to hide that baby which you carry inside.'
abandoned by friends and family, when they were needed most.
she kneeled and prayed to the FATHER, SON, AND HOLY GHOST.
she recalled the words which were told to her.
'abort or abandon'
is this what you have to say?
but! my child there is no other way!
in her heart she knew that it 'could not be'
that god wanted her to abandon this baby
so with determination she began to pack
she would go elsewhere-there was no turning back.
she knew that she did not have enough education
to do what she wanted to do.
but she promised this child that
'i'll make a life for me and you'
sitting at a bus stop-bags in her hand.
she met this woman all dressed in blue with soft tender eyes.
she told her -her story, and then began to cry.
this woman put her arm around her and said
'fret not my child-you can stay with me for a while.'
with hope in her heart-she went with this lady.
found a job and continued with school.
and promised herself that no one else would
take her for a fool.
nine months later she did give birth
to a baby girl with beautiful blue eyes, and her skin so white.
and above her head was a shining bright light.
so she named her after this woman who took her in.
i'll name you Mary with the beautiful white skin.
time went by quickly and graduate she did.
she gave this child the love that was always in her heart
and her career became a very big part.
she thanked God for this lady who gave her -her start.
this beautiful lady with a kind tender heart.
the years passed quickly and mary started to grow
more beautiful than you'll ever know'
she came home from work on a cold snowy day
to find that lady mary had passed away.
she honored this lady the best way she could.
by opening her home to unwed mothers and anyone
in despair'
and named this home 'marys lair'.
and now when she tells the story she says
'mother mary always dressed in blue
my doors are open because of you'
so always keep faith in your heart and mind.
God listens! it just takes time.
poem by Louis Rams
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