Guardian Ad Litem Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Guardian Ad Litem



Mother's and Father's,
in a safe bed children dream.
No one knows what they dream inside of their dream,
trapped in such pain none should bare.
If once I was as she is now who will care?
Transplanted life false memories there are they real?
Love is seen through transparent mind's yet,
the loss of one if not discerned leads to the loss
of the other.

How does one that is close to a child explain to a child
that can not hear what music is?
Nor to the blind, that though they hear the color fear.
Tears that one sees on the face of another,
may not see at all.

Yea though when young the child is forgiven the neglect
of a parent,
though when given back to the wrong undiscernible parent
And in vain though we wait for the rose.
weed's can there only grow.

I cannot hate but love not the other one has to me said.
Time cannot heal certain wounds,
where wounds not properly addressed are not met.
The theft of time from one is a thief in the night and night
is the pillow and place where in peace children sleep.

Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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