The children push and fight,
call each other names,
they don't pay attention
to the soul it shames.
A Mother's sorrow,
broken lullabies,
when the children fight
inside her heart cries.
Screaming and crying
there's much to assume,
one child is punished
and sent to his room.
The other child complains
that he is right,
when what he's done
was out of sight.
They are both wrong
to have a fight,
it takes two
and it's not right.
Author notes
I have quite a time with my children and it hurts me inside when I see them fighting so often. It's hard when I have to figure out who started the fight and who to punish for it. They are usually both to blame. It is a hard one to figure out. I can't blame one for it and not the other. Anyway this is what my poem is about.
It is a weakness when it comes to punishing my children.
A contest entry
- Strength or Weakness by ScarsFade.
375 points, ended October 3, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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There are some things you just have to let unfold and in good time all will be peaceful. It is the times we struggle that makes us learn and grow...and the times that we are happy are sometimes not as productive. What a perfect poem for my contest i truely loved it and really liked your use of words....good luck...keep up the lovely writing....scars.
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