Turn-key children going home to empty houses with no parents to greet or meet them at the door.
A lonely existence with no way to meet their needs of love and acceptance.
Feelings of abandonment feed their minds as they cook their own meager meals of T.V. dinners or macaroni and cheese.
There's no one there of importance to listen, no Mom or Dad to give encouragement.
Young one's attempting to exist in silent, lonely houses, bereft of family, companionship and close-knit ties.
Why are young ones turning to each other, trying drugs, liquor and sex? Just to feel close to somebody?
Are you blind?
Can't you see your children's frightening dilemna?
You as a parent are causing this to continue.
When will you stop and take care of your children?
They're dying to know you still care - why don't you show them?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem