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Pandora's Box
Special Section:
Passages of Hope
and Healing
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For Every Child Who Cries at Night
In memory of Kathy Williams, 1964~1996
Loving Mother ~ Cherished Sister
Treasured Friend ~ Gentle Spirit
For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame and pain and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten child, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
With love, to all the children,
Kathy Williams
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"Childhood is that state which ends
the moment a puddle is first viewed
as an obstacle instead of an opportunity"
© Kathy Williams 1995
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A poem for my mother
by Rachel Williams
Twelve years ago
On a bright clean spring morn
I got my first hug
On the day I was born
You held me and fed me
And rocked me to sleep
You sang me a song
For my soul to keep
You taught me to stand
You taught me to walk
You taught me to smile
You taught me to talk
You taught me so much
And I'll never forget
And I know that you are
Still teaching me yet
It wasn't all happy
It wasn't all fun
Sometimes it was bad
And we had to run
But you stayed by my side
Held my hand when I hurt
You brushed out my hair
And washed off the dirt
You came and you held me
When I cried from the fright
And you rocked me to sleep
And stayed all the night
You pushed me and pulled me
To keep trying and grow
To do all of the things
That I love now, you know
You showed me what it means
To be brave and be strong
To never give up
And find a place to belong
Then I saw you get weak
And I saw you in pain
And it still makes me cry
To remember again
You gave me such love
And your strength with your touch
And now that you're gone
I miss you so much
I'll think of the laughter
And the fun and the games
And the talks in my bed
And all the silly names
And if I have children
I know what I'll do
I'll be a great mom
I'll be just like you
© Rachel Williams 1997
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