A child upon the doorstep weeps
ignored from passers-by,
She wipes away her lonely tears
Upon her woollen sleeve,
Locked out to play alone within
That bleak and terraced street,
Where pavements act as gardens
And throughout the city weave.
They lie beside each narrow road
Where litter grows like flowers,
The stench so hard to bear within
Those red-bricked valley walls,
The only green, the moss that lies
Between the kerbs of stone,
She cries out for her mother
But on deafened ears it falls.
Her head is bowed unto the ground
And to those dreary slabs,
On which she's stared so often
That she knows each groove and crack,
Her teardrops stain the pathway
And her worn out buckled shoes,
Which many times have run away
But always led her back.
A child upon the doorstep weeps
Neglected and abused,
Her socks once white as grey now
As the winter skies above,
She wears to hide the bruises
That she wished she could forget,
But she's never known no other life
And never tasted love.
Andrew, I have read this before, and commented as well, but I feel so strongly in regurds to your vivid imagery that has become a world wide epodemic, that I feel it is worth my while to comment once again, you have managed to bring this to core of the heart of the reader filled with so many colours of sadness and pity, this is trully one of your better writes, my friend...... You are one special writter indeed..... Excelent! ! ! PLUS......
Very strong and cutting poem, with intensity of message and emotions conveyed. Remarkable.10++++++++++
Another good poem that so well describes this child's plight....... Ruth
A child, ignored from passers-by, lonely tears play alone within, With litter as the flowers, She cries out for her mother But on deafened ears it falls. Neglected and abused, And never tasted love. These are the points which i collected from your poem after reading it carefully.. Sadness, i felt like weeping with the child. childhood should be filled with wonderful and sweet memories…. But…..your poem indicates the struggles and pains of so many dear ones here on the earth. Thank you dear poet. tony
Verily, a heart touching poem, There are so many who grow up on roadside without anyone's love, only God is their guardian.....10
Hello Andrew this is a very moving poem beautifully written well done
well pitiful depiction of a weeping child reflects your inner core of heart and its softness.thank you for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a truly moving poem, Andrew. Very well written, as always. I believe that child abuse and child neglect are among the saddest of conditions on earth to witness and you have captured that feeling in this work. A great write indeed, my friend. Richard