From Day one
They Both New
They Had to be Survivors
No Love
Ever given
Never to be told
I love you
First child, a little bit of love
But not forever.....
Second child
She was Crying out for love
Beaten, mentally abused
And, Never to be told
I love you
Third child came along
Still no love. Full of hatred and anger
Fourth child came along, No life ever given
And... no love
All Chores
Mentally abused
Then came the fifth child
Tormented! Beaten, Mentally abused
Never to be told
I love you
Sixth child came along
Barely beaten
Yet never to be told!
No guidance for all
So many wrong roads taken
By all
All through life
Somehow...
They are constantly giving
Forever grateful
For the simple things
They need... no pity
They are crying out for...
Only love
They are survivors
Pity me not
We are survivors!
Never to cry out loud
Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL
True or not true in this case! , this is a very good write, so many people suffer like this as children, sometimes they make it through and become caring thoughtful adults, (the survivors) but many don`t, so sad when as you say, just love was needed.
Love is the elixir of life. We find so many are born devoid of love and however survive.Feel so sorry for the lot. Y ou have nicely presented the inadequacies of the situation.
Many take love for granted, but there are those who have never known it. Great write Lyn.
A vivisection of an affair, never loved and never to be told.Very nice.
Not easy to survive when someone was born with no love shown, but its okay if the love shown, but if no love at all then who you are to be loved, because love is kinda reflection, you give and you get back and if you give all you have all, nothing about to lose...and how the generation in the future is what the generation that will born tomorrow and if no love for them from early so no love in the future, we destroy life without love to each other, , a nice and provoking poem Lyn..i like it_Soul
When the culture and the hormone play the huge part in human life, we may face all these challenges, as everyone is loaded with responsibilities. in this case the father of increasing number of children, his mindset and his uncertainty need to be considered, though women are too weak and veiled to find the love in those actions of their mates! Well written poem on the true emotion of a young mother!
No one teaches humans to be parents, but having bred love should come naturally, it is an unfortunate fact of life that those least able to display real love create the most children to grow in their image and so it goes on. You have done a good job of expressing this anachronism.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't know what to say, Lyn. Apart from most of the silly stuff, everything I write myself comes from within. I know a lot of people have more imagination than that, but I never know when thay're using it and when they aren't.