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So gentle, meek, and mild
If you could only see the pain
Inside this little child.
God is all-forgiving
But parents rarely are,
Yet where is God, all said and done,
When parents go too far?
The pain, the hurt, the anguish,
The things I cannot share
With anyone, regardless,
If they have not been there.
Now I have grown older
My memories come and go
Still trying to forget events
That happened long ago.
The hurt, the pleas, the suffering
Still come to me at night
God, love all little children
And help them through their plight.
Copyright ©1993-2000 Angela Knight
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"This poem was sent to me by Angela with the permission to use it here. I was touched in reading these beautiful and expressive words. Children are so innocent to much of what adults dish out to them, and child abuse is no excuse for their frustration, anger, hurt, anger ~ or any feeling. Children are gifts, and we should treat them with love."

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