A Poem for my Child
Hello,
I wrote a poem for my son to express my feelings. I am not very good at expressing feelings and am not good at writing poems, but I hope you will read it.
Have a nice night,
Michiko
"Dont Say a Word"
By Michiko C.
You came into the world,
Your voice cried triumphantly,
My child, beautiful, innocent child,
Shhbe quiet now and sleep.
I couldnt keep you silent,
Your voice would not be quieted,
You laughed and cried with joy,
Saying everything on your mind.
Twelve times the summer came,
Twelve times the leaves turned,
One day that beautiful voice was silenced,
After a lesson harshly learned.
Not a whisper passed those lips,
Not a song, not a laugh,
What pains you so, my child?
What has torn your soul in half?
I hear you cry at night,
What can I do to dry your tears?
What is it that haunts your dreams?
Why wont you tell me your fears?
Two more snows had fallen,
Since the scars were cut on your heart,
A whisper rose from your throat,
A story that ripped my soul apart.
It had to be told; you did the right thing!
Let it cry triumphantly again!
Raise your voice, shout to them:
I know what you did! I know what you did!
Tell them, my child, my brave little boy,
And let all your healing begin,
Ill be there as you grow from a boy to a man,
Please dont ever be silent again!
I wrote a poem for my son to express my feelings. I am not very good at expressing feelings and am not good at writing poems, but I hope you will read it.
Have a nice night,
Michiko
"Dont Say a Word"
By Michiko C.
You came into the world,
Your voice cried triumphantly,
My child, beautiful, innocent child,
Shhbe quiet now and sleep.
I couldnt keep you silent,
Your voice would not be quieted,
You laughed and cried with joy,
Saying everything on your mind.
Twelve times the summer came,
Twelve times the leaves turned,
One day that beautiful voice was silenced,
After a lesson harshly learned.
Not a whisper passed those lips,
Not a song, not a laugh,
What pains you so, my child?
What has torn your soul in half?
I hear you cry at night,
What can I do to dry your tears?
What is it that haunts your dreams?
Why wont you tell me your fears?
Two more snows had fallen,
Since the scars were cut on your heart,
A whisper rose from your throat,
A story that ripped my soul apart.
It had to be told; you did the right thing!
Let it cry triumphantly again!
Raise your voice, shout to them:
I know what you did! I know what you did!
Tell them, my child, my brave little boy,
And let all your healing begin,
Ill be there as you grow from a boy to a man,
Please dont ever be silent again!