
Harsh winds rush past
reminding
the child of
chilling
thoughts
and moments of regrets
of times best left unvisited...

Childhood memories of
loneliness
and of a time
being too small
to
be heard or taken seriously.
One's childhood should be filled with
giggles, tap shoes, teddy bears
and
tossing pennies
in a wishing well!
Of pretty dresses and
barbie dolls lined in a row
Or, baseballs and gloves
wagons
and army men standing
tall...
Big yellow dump trucks
and puppies
nibbling at your
heels as you
play
with toy trains...

There were none of
the
above for this child...
Only silent tears cried
softly and silently upon
a pillow full of crushed
dreams
and broken promises...
This child missed the
love that most took
for granted
A little one all a lone
in a very
big world that
never heard the
silent tears...
Did this child
ask for too
much?
Were the cries for love
too much
In a world too large
and too busy to hear?

Or could it be they didn't care...
Did the child ask for more
than any one person could give?
Why didn't they hear when
this child
cried?
"Do you hear me, when I speak
of my
my fears in the night?"
Oh, their ears were open
and they
heard the child's cry
But their hearts were closed...
And the child was told to
"Grow up!"

Deep within their tiny world
the child tries to soar
above their fears
Never once does one person
stop to ask
if they can
help the child
Still the child
dreams of
the day they could leave
their fears far behind...
Even now the child still
hasn't been heard
You may have asked...
"Who is this child so
filled with
fear
that no one hears?"
Could it be the Silent Tears
Of the child within...
Each of us?

5/1/2000
All Rights Reserved
By: Shirley Busby
Please listen to what our
children are saying
If we do not hear their cries...
Who will?

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