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Today My Children Live----inspired by Moonshine

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christies heart
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0 posted 02-27-2000 06:22 AM       View Profile for christies heart   Email christies heart   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for christies heart

Today my baby screamed in pain,
her teeth were coming in.
Will it ever end, I thought.
I need a break, I just can't win.

My son stood on the chairs today;
he refused to go to sleep.
He ran in the house all day long.
I'm so fed up I'd like to weep.

My oldest girl is talking back,
eight years without a clue.
She's disrespectful and won't sit straight.
What's a tired Mother of three to do?

~   ~   ~              

Today my baby screamed in pain;
her teeth were brittle and falling out.
Will her pain ever end, I cried.
Soon fate will wipe away our doubt.

I long to hear my baby screams
for teeth pushing through.
I long to hold her to my heart.
I know just what to do.
~   ~   ~
My son was hit by a car today;
he finally fell forever asleep.
He'll never run through the house again.
Those precious footsteps swept to deep.

I want my son to stand on chairs.
to run will laughter through the day.
I long to smile as he dances
with brightness that takes my breath away.

~   ~   ~
My oldest girl will never talk,
she'll never learn to read.
She won't sit straight, or sit at all.
Her lifeless eyes make my heart bleed.

I long to hear my oldest girl,
speak with words that allow her to be real.
I long to encourage her inner faith,
and praise her growing need to feel.

~   ~   ~
If only I could turn back time
and see how much they're worth.
If only all my love for them
could melt the bitter truths on earth.


by Christie
inspired by Moonshine and my 3 little stars.




 Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians

Native American prayer






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1 posted 02-27-2000 09:11 AM       View Profile for BSC   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for BSC

- What a beautiful poem.  You have a perspective on life that so many miss.  I knew just how you felt in the beginning with the kids giving a hard time, but as you said in such a wonderful way, Thank God, they are able to.  Thanks for sharing this.

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christies heart
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2 posted 02-27-2000 12:00 PM       View Profile for christies heart   Email christies heart   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for christies heart

BSC
Thanks for your comment. I was truely moved by Moonshines poem "Glimmerless" and began thinking about all those momments we take for granted. And there are so many of them.

 Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians

Native American prayer


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3 posted 02-27-2000 12:39 PM       View Profile for RufffRyder   Email RufffRyder   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RufffRyder's Home Page   View IP for RufffRyder

You`ve givin this dad alot to think about here.
Kids can be so trying at times and make ya wanna screem out,and then other times ya just wanna love`em to death (so to speak).
Thank you for the read and thoughts.
Nice job at wording this
HelmutB
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4 posted 02-27-2000 01:35 PM       View Profile for HelmutB   Email HelmutB   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit HelmutB's Home Page   View IP for HelmutB

Your poem is well done
Certain things in life should not be taken for granted. Escpecially not our children.
A friend just lost her 23 year old son. She is not herself anymore. I wonder who could or would be.
Thank you this is a valuble lesson to be learned  

 The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools.

Janet Marie
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5 posted 02-27-2000 01:50 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Chris, this is exceptional and powerful,
as are all your words.excellent, and how great it is to be inspired by the other amazing poets in here...this gift we call passions.

 ...there are places inside all our souls...
that have never been touched...
there are places inside our hearts...
that need to be loved this much...
Janet Marie

*I miss you baby...
I love you, always.*

christies heart
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6 posted 02-29-2000 05:20 PM       View Profile for christies heart   Email christies heart   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for christies heart

Thanks for such nice words JM and H I am glad as a parent you can relate to how easy it is to take the tresures that are our children for granted.
 
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