Scarred children.
A poem.32 total reviews
Comment from Carol Clark2
You are correct about wounded children; there are so many different ways in which they can be hurt. Their health definitely affects the future of nations. Good rhymes, and great Scriptures. Thanks for sharing this. Carol
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You are correct about wounded children; there are so many different ways in which they can be hurt. Their health definitely affects the future of nations. Good rhymes, and great Scriptures. Thanks for sharing this. Carol
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
Comment from Teri7
Roy, This is a very well written poem about the scars some children face having. I was on of those children. Only by the grace and mercy of God did I over come and now I work for my Lord. Great words and great imagery. Thank you for always sharing the truth with us! May God bless you and Elaine and your family always! Teri
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Roy, This is a very well written poem about the scars some children face having. I was on of those children. Only by the grace and mercy of God did I over come and now I work for my Lord. Great words and great imagery. Thank you for always sharing the truth with us! May God bless you and Elaine and your family always! Teri
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
Comment from barbara.wilkey
Those harsh words come back to haunt us as adults, even though the bruises have healed. I read somewhere one may forget the words someone used, but you'll never forget how that person made you feel. I think we should remember that. Thank you for sharing the wonderful poem and message.
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Those harsh words come back to haunt us as adults, even though the bruises have healed. I read somewhere one may forget the words someone used, but you'll never forget how that person made you feel. I think we should remember that. Thank you for sharing the wonderful poem and message.
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
Comment from Marilyn Hamilton
Great poem, Roy. I cry for the children of today. They are seeped in technology and stripped of any real life fun and interactions. They grow up knowing no different. We owe them so much more. Thanks for sharing.
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Great poem, Roy. I cry for the children of today. They are seeped in technology and stripped of any real life fun and interactions. They grow up knowing no different. We owe them so much more. Thanks for sharing.
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Thanks Marilyn, for these terrific comments and a super review, blessings Roy
Comment from Sally Law
Thank you, Roy! A cautionary word in your poem for all. As a minister of the gospel of Christ, I can assure you this is true. I've seen the destruction all my life. There's no limit to the damage it can do. Only in Christ is it averted and fixable.
Children are the most tender and vulnerable. I think that's why Jesus said a terrible judgment is reserved for anyone who would do harm to a child, or to their faith. He said it would be worse than having a millstone tied to them and cast into the deep.
Hopefully many will turn now from harming a child, whether they are inside the womb or outside.
Sending you my best today as always.
Sal Xoxo
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Thank you, Roy! A cautionary word in your poem for all. As a minister of the gospel of Christ, I can assure you this is true. I've seen the destruction all my life. There's no limit to the damage it can do. Only in Christ is it averted and fixable.
Children are the most tender and vulnerable. I think that's why Jesus said a terrible judgment is reserved for anyone who would do harm to a child, or to their faith. He said it would be worse than having a millstone tied to them and cast into the deep.
Hopefully many will turn now from harming a child, whether they are inside the womb or outside.
Sending you my best today as always.
Sal Xoxo
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Thanks Sally, for these terrific comments and a super review, blessings Roy
Comment from Begin Again
I always wonder how a parent goes from the nurturing of their child when it is born to the berating and hurtful treatment as they grow? Where did they lose that special love, that bond? My daughter declares she loves her children more than anything in the world, but then berates them when she is mad with words worse than a trucker's mouth. It's so sad.
Smiles, Carol
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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I always wonder how a parent goes from the nurturing of their child when it is born to the berating and hurtful treatment as they grow? Where did they lose that special love, that bond? My daughter declares she loves her children more than anything in the world, but then berates them when she is mad with words worse than a trucker's mouth. It's so sad.
Smiles, Carol
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Thanks Carol, for these terrific comments and a super review, blessings Roy
Comment from Pam Lonsdale
There is no deeper cut than one that goes to the bone. Children are abused in so many ways now, and I consider ignoring children to also be abuse. I see parents on their phones while their children sit ignored all the time. It breaks my heart.
In the third stanza you use the word "wealth" at the end of the first two lines, which is slightly off-putting (for me). Could one line end with "health"?
Thanks for sharing, Roy.
xo
Pam
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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There is no deeper cut than one that goes to the bone. Children are abused in so many ways now, and I consider ignoring children to also be abuse. I see parents on their phones while their children sit ignored all the time. It breaks my heart.
In the third stanza you use the word "wealth" at the end of the first two lines, which is slightly off-putting (for me). Could one line end with "health"?
Thanks for sharing, Roy.
xo
Pam
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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A bit of an oversight, I've changes it Pam, thanks for these wonderful comments and review, blessings Roy
Comment from GWHARGIS
You are exactly right. Youth is a tough time to begin with. Mistakes are made, we don't truly know who we are and we are trusting. Giving grace to ourselves and others is the key. Great poem. Gretchen
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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You are exactly right. Youth is a tough time to begin with. Mistakes are made, we don't truly know who we are and we are trusting. Giving grace to ourselves and others is the key. Great poem. Gretchen
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Thanks Gretchen, for these most encouraging comments and review, blessings Roy
Comment from Rick Gardner
This touches me deeply. Penetrates to my soul. Children are our future, will have to take care of us. A child's hug is one of the best things that can happen to you. Nothing even comes close.
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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This touches me deeply. Penetrates to my soul. Children are our future, will have to take care of us. A child's hug is one of the best things that can happen to you. Nothing even comes close.
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Thanks Rick, for these terrific comments and a super review, blessings Roy
Comment from Cecilia A Heiskary
Roy,
This is a great poem, if not a sad one. I grew up in a home where mother always blamed stuff on me and her words were harsh. One thing she said that I will never forget is this, "You were named after your father French whore" That was one among many degrading things she said to me. I suffered from self-esteem issues for a better part of my life because of her harsh words.
Cecilia
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Roy,
This is a great poem, if not a sad one. I grew up in a home where mother always blamed stuff on me and her words were harsh. One thing she said that I will never forget is this, "You were named after your father French whore" That was one among many degrading things she said to me. I suffered from self-esteem issues for a better part of my life because of her harsh words.
Cecilia
Comment Written 21-Nov-2024
reply by the author on 21-Nov-2024
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Thanks Cecilia, for these fantastic comments and review, blessings Roy
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You're welcome
Cecilia