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Thankful eyes

Look in my eyes
It's no fault of my own;
I long for the love
and guidance of a mother;
the disciplined hand
and care of a father.
Stolen from me they were,
their loving embrace never felt.
No hugs or cuddles;
well, not from those
who would really love me.
No one to look forward to seeing
at close if day
when work is done.
No one too make sure
there is food at the table.
No luxuries like you.

Not that I'm ungrateful
to those who do see
packages of rations
sent our way.
It's food for our tummies,
a life line through prayer,
from having faith
of looking forward to new day
of new beginnings.
This comes from generosity
of good people
who share in our fellowship
or have kindness of heart.

I am thankful
for small mercies.
Sometimes we get crayons,
I like crayons,
like colours,
I can do lots with them.
They open my mind,
in ways that I can learn;
that I might one day
be wise like you.
Wise that I might be able
to have job
and family of my own
that I too might know love.
That I can teach
my children of the love
of special people in the world.
Learn them ways to share too.
To look after themselves
and not be reliant upon
the parcels of faith
I have come to be
so thankful for.

Look in my eyes
see they are faithful,
thankful to you.
Remember me,
for you my friend
are that special one,
makes history to my own.

Author notes

http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Trevor Irwin, inspired this write; please find time to check out his work and pray for him as he returns to Africa October....(a trusted fellow reader of my work). Many thanks.

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  • abu nuwas
    September 16

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    Aid...

    ...I take it that you are seeing things through the eyes of an African beneficiary of aid, seen through the prism of your own particular circs. Very delicate.

    One or two slips over grammar and spelling, which I would detail if asked, but have no wish to upset anyone by doing so unasked. Only minor stuff. Well done.


  • Knight70 silver member
    June 12

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    heartfelt piece...

    To be thankful for anything when faced with hardships is a step in the right direction. I've read your profile page, so I know that you can definitely understand physical hardships. It's sweet to see that your friend, Trevor, inspired this.

    Don


  • CookieZeal Greeters member
    April 29

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    So examining...!

    Awh, Anna-Marie, this is so meditative and reflective at the same time. It is nearly a journal.
    It touched me deeply. I see a woman who is taking the whispers of the eternal sense into the existing moment.

    Lovely verse that exposes the human condition, its vulnerabilities, and the continuing search for strength.

    This is so beautiful. Due to the form, I am thinking I would break this up into some portions, according to the thoughts. Know what I mean? I think it would allow it to 'ascend' in the way you intended.

    Another shiny thought by you, dear.

    God be with your meaningful words! Love, Di/CookieZeal

  • The first part of this poem really hit home with me..especially , "I long for the love
    and guidance of a mother;" I'm adopted, and I don't see my adoptive Mom. Really reminded me how I feel about it - in a good way.
    I also think the words flow really well and with this poem I feel you have expressed yourself very well.
    Beautiful piece x

  • I can relate to your words.
    A beautiful write.


  • Deathless1
    March 16

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    on the 14th line "wotk" to work.
    that is the only misspelling i found.
    nice poem over all.
    a child like view.
    you have many good lines, but maybe if you would break up some of the lines into verses.

    it would bring out those line and help to bring them to life.


  • individuality gold member
    March 15

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    a good piece - i picked up on the positive aspects here, and though the poem's narrator lives in poverty it appears she is not bitter to thoise that are not. and loss of parents too, though missed she does not cry with self-pity.

  • cirque du soleil
    November 16, 2008

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    i love this piece, it's so touching!

    'Sometimes we get crayons,
    I like crayons,
    like colours,
    I can do lots with them.'

    I like those lines the best...this is so sad...


  • James R
    September 14, 2008

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    Wow this really does hit home I had one good parent being my mother without her I would be lost but hey I believe what don't kill us makes us stronger inside, great write my friend


  • Pete Greenslade gold member
    September 12, 2008
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    its so hard to rely on peoples rations... an inspired write anna x


  • teddybare
    September 12, 2008

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    sorry to hear

    but you know .. i too had messed up parents ... and sounds like youre doing fine... good friends always help it seems great write .. thank you

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