ODE TO THE BATTERED CHILD
The pain we’ve known
Thru our eyes it’s been shown
They hurt us, the precious child
And their love is not mild
Why do they do what they do?
How can they bring tears to our eyes?
Bruised and battered-black and blue
Won’t anyone ever hear our cries?
This is my ode to the children
One of these days you are gonna win
For now, little one, hold tight to your dreams
Life won’t always be as it now seems.
It's been a long, tough, scary road, I know
But one day you shall grow
And love will finally flow
Just cling tight to your heart;
Don’t let them rip it apart!
And remember, they aren't very smart
To hurt God's most precious art
By: mb
4/21/99
copyright April 21, 1999 Michelle M. Brown