Poetry From The Heart:
Children who walk alone in life
feel no-one cares or loves them.
God provides strength and a will to endure their journey.
It’s difficult and at times storms and winds toss them about
leaves emptiness, anxieties and insecurities.
They don’t entail anyone nor beg for their assistance.
They crave a hug, a kiss or a lap to cuddle in at night;
teaching themselves to believe blankets warm and hug tight.
Roads are dusty with ruts like their hearts and minds
leaving endless obstructions and never-ending suffering often smart.
They work like an old Mother Hubbard to gratify their lodgings
pay for their clothes, food, and miscellaneous carvings.
Time is their friend as they grow to teach themselves about life;
the good, the bad, the ugly and a tendency toward strife.
God blesses their journey with a giving and loving soul
as they attempt to please and to retain harmony among people.
They stroll alone desiring to display their talents and energies
work long hours and never complain hoping for admiration.
Praise is hidden and tucked inside never spoken for them to hear.
There are tears, a brain full of scars and pains, and a wish
for someone to express love and to notice them as a person.
Years pass and the hole bores deep in their soul never to heal;
the damage rides on their shoulders throughout their trip…
God never leaves their walk along the world-weary course.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the sole writer of this poem.
Copyright 2013 – Barbara Kasey Smith – Use With Permission Only
"Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you." (1 Peter 5:7)