Wednesday, September 26, 2012

All You Children

To all you children

Who suffer alone

Who live by your wits

Who tire of four walls

And can’t go outside to play.

All who are lost

All who look death and pain

In the face everyday…


Children who are hurt,

Children who have forgotten how to cry

Children with no lullaby…


I gather you into my lonely arms

I hold you close

And give you what I can.

If I can’t heal you, perhaps

We can learn to hold on

To the sun

No matter how dirty the sky






1 comment:

  1. I know this feeling, David. I work with children every day and know their joy and sadness. When I see abused children or hear about it, I just want to rescue them all. Beautiful poem!