<written by Trish Warren
on March 28, 2001>
How lonely your child years are..
Wondering with big eyes why no one loves you,
Hoping and yearning for some one
Who will reach out and call you their own.
Who will care if you smile or cry,
Who will stay with you in your fears
and hold your handů
How brave you stand in your pretend
Where is the magic of a seeing eye
That notices you standing on your own
They stare and look right through you
Maybe you aren't there?
You know that if you were,
Someone would surely see you.
Ah forgotten child..
Life leaves you to brave the harsh winds
All alone.. to meet the challenges of life.
Crippled without the substance of being.
Or faith in sense of visible self,
Can you hope to win
Against such odds?
And find any happiness?
I see you.. in the depths of my aloneness
Through the misery of tears
And know how you feel..
For I was forgotten too ,
And I still hide in the shadows of those
Who are Rememberedů
While I am Forgotten..
The forgotten children
Who aren't granted a place in childhood.
Who need a stout heart and strong will
to survive ..
Lost as they are in the dark phantomed places..
of the forgotten.
Kathi --> That was a poem
Trish wrote for my birthday. Very deep...and sad the child was
forgotten, don't you think? Try and give your inner child a hug
right now :-)
Let's try another pathway ^_^