In Silence

All sound beomes silent
for within myself the pain is like a scream
So loud, I can hear nothing else

In silence, I shall sleep
Shrouded by the weight of darkness
like a corpse
As I relive moments I will not recall
when I next wake

In silence, I shall wake
Blanketed by a vague feeling of rememberance
Nearly able to grasp
the reality of my pain

In silence, I shall die
As I count each passing moment
Screaming inside
with no sound passing my lips
As I lay waiting to die
In silence......I rebel
© 1993, Tamara Lynn Ostin

Little Angels

God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but a few
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,

The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown

Who Cries For The Children

Look into their hungry eyes
Taste well the bitter dreg
Look upon their ragged clothes
As in the streets they beg

Look upon the filthy hands
Touch not the one bad-bruised
Look into the fear-filled eyes
See the faces of those abused

Who cries for the children
Who feels their hurt and pain
Who gives them love and comfort
Who shelters them from the rain

Look upon their shattered lives
Feel the festering in their souls
Tell me who will lend their hand
And lift them from their holes

Who will take a stand
Who will turn away in fright
Who will pretend they don't see
The terrors that fill their night

Who will turn their backs
Who will refuse to see
Who will stand and say
These things just cannot be

Who cries for the children
Who are standing in the rain
Who will lend them comfort
Who will feel their pain?

Gene Wiginton
© 1/8/97

D E A R  T E D D Y

When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.

'Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed!

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
'Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
How really big they are!

So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way
To tell Mommies everywhere.

To please try hard to understand.
How sad it makes us feel;
'Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals!

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!
~Author~
~Cindy Pike Dunning~

Children Are Our Future

Today's children are tomorrow's adult's,
so let's treat them well and ignore our own faults.

So many times have our children been used,
far too many children each year are abused.

We could improve, we are better than this
think of our children and what they will miss.

Be kind to the children, we can do it if we try.
If we ignore this cry for help,
our children's hopes will fade and die.

We can open the door, if we have the keys.
Children are our future, remember this please.

The Innocent Baby

Left in Darkness

Diary of an unborn child