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Hush little child,
Let the tears flow,
Yes...the pain is so real,
How I know. How I know.
Dear precious child,
Come lean on my shoulder,
The wound will be your strength,
When you grow somewhat older.
The world can seem cruel
To the young and the weak,
It is later of these experiences,
To others, you must speak.
Do not lose your innocence
Or crumble like a wall,
There is always a lesson
To learn from each fall.
So whenever you're sad
And there's too much to bear,
Come to me in your thoughts,
And know that I care!
~ Written July 19th,1993 ~
©Siona Doyle-McLaughlin
Siona DoyleMcLaughlin
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Alison Cassidy
(1/30/2007 10:37:00 PM) |
If ony we were all able to talk to your inner child - how much happier the world would be. A thoughtful, lyrical poem. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Siona Doyle-McLaughlin
(7/9/2006 11:47:00 PM) |
Thank you for the comment! No, I am not a mother (unless you can count two cats) . I wrote this when I was 22 back in 1993.
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Mary Hartmann
(7/9/2006 11:36:00 PM) |
A poem of great thought and meaning. You must be a mother...
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