In Silence

In silence, I shall live
As I see each moment passing slowly
Unable to speak out
I have let it happen
As I lay waiting to die......
In silence, I rebel

All sound beomes silent
for within myself the pain is like a scream
So loud, I can hear nothing else

In silence, I shall sleep
Shrouded by the weight of darkness
like a corpse
As I relive moments I will not recall
when I next wake

In silence, I shall wake
Blanketed by a vague feeling of rememberance
Nearly able to grasp
the reality of my pain

In silence, I shall die
As I count each passing moment
Screaming inside
with no sound passing my lips
As I lay waiting to die
In silence......I rebel
1993, Tamara Lynn Ostin

Little Angels

When God calls little children to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but a few
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,

The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown

Who Cries For The Children

Who cries for the children
Who are standing in the rain
Who will lend them comfort
Who will feel their pain?

Look into their hungry eyes
Taste well the bitter dreg
Look upon their ragged clothes
As in the streets they beg

Look upon the filthy hands
Touch not the one bad-bruised
Look into the fear-filled eyes
See the faces of those abused

Who cries for the children
Who feels their hurt and pain
Who gives them love and comfort
Who shelters them from the rain

Look upon their shattered lives
Feel the festering in their souls
Tell me who will lend their hand
And lift them from their holes

Who will take a stand
Who will turn away in fright
Who will pretend they don't see
The terrors that fill their night

Who will turn their backs
Who will refuse to see
Who will stand and say
These things just cannot be

Who cries for the children
Who are standing in the rain
Who will lend them comfort
Who will feel their pain?

Gene Wiginton


Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.

'Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed!

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
'Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
How really big they are!

So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way
To tell Mommies everywhere.

To please try hard to understand.
How sad it makes us feel;
'Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals!

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!
~Cindy Pike Dunning~

Children Are Our Future

By: Mellissa Hamilton,age 14
Copyright April 1997

Today's children are tomorrow's adult's,
so let's treat them well and ignore our own faults.

So many times have our children been used,
far too many children each year are abused.

We could improve, we are better than this
think of our children and what they will miss.

Be kind to the children, we can do it if we try.
If we ignore this cry for help,
our children's hopes will fade and die.

We can open the door, if we have the keys.
Children are our future, remember this please.

The Innocent Baby

To this world of hate, was born a child
Small and tender, untouched and mild
Innocent and peaceful, no lust or greed
Why do others feel the need to bleed?

Ninty days was all she saw
No time to develope even the smallest flaw
She asked for help with each falling tear
That mommy won't come, her only fear

Now she lay in comma, death at her side
Her list of crimes, when wanting she cried
From head to foot she's black and blue
A broken body that never grew

Six long hours into a prayerful night
This innocent baby gives up her fight
The family leaves, their life goes on
She was a moment in time and now she's gone

Anna MacPherson
In memory of Courtney Grimmer who died in January 97 Fredericton,NB
Her father Dwayne Grimmer was convicted of manslaughter

Visit Anna's poetry page

Left in Darkness

A broken plate
Lies on the floor
My fear slams open
The protective door

A tear falls down
Upon the cheek
A peaceful household
Is all I seek

His job is lost
No pay comes in
Just one more reason
For hurtful sin

It doesn't matter
Who's to blame
For there's only one
Who feels the shame

The door is slammed
Before my face
His hand is lowered
Within disgrace

Left in darkness
Suffering pain
Stare out the window
Watching the rain

Hope will come soon
Someday he'll care
Someday he'll love me
My problems he'll share

I'll try to wait
Untill that day
But as for now
"Dear God I pray,"

"Tell my father
I love him so
Bring us together
Our bonding show

Please show my dad
He can be mild
'Cause it shouldn't hurt
To be a child"

Anna MacPherson

Diary of an unborn child

My life began in early November
A wonderful date I will always remember
My hair shall be blond, my eyes shall be blue
I dream of the wonderful things I shall do

The date is now November twenty-third
I shall be healthy is what I heard
My mouth is starting to open now
I shall never stop talking once I learn how

The month has now come to an end
My arms can move and later they'll bend
My heart is beating calmly today
And until I die it shall stay that way

A new month has begun
Within a year I will be in the sun
I will walk and talk and maybe fish
But to see my mother is my biggest wish

Today I've noticed I have ten tiny toes
And on my face a little round nose
I shall run my fingers through my mother'shair
Without a worry without a care

The Doctor told my mother today
That under her heart is where I lay
Is she happy? I wonder a lot
She must be happy, how could she not

My hair is growing, it's shiny and bright
Sone I'll receive the miracle of sight
I can't do much it's small around me
The light of the sun I wish to see

Can mom hear the whispering of my heart
The way it's been thumping from the very start

Only seven more months till the final day
When I shall be born in a delightful way

No more dreaming of mom
Or of the days to come
The light of the sun I shall never see

For today my mother murdered me

Anna MacPherson

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