Children cry, children need,
they feel the pain of broken dreams.
Eyes so clear, can cloud with shame,
with just a word that rips their frame.
Still so eager to forgive,
they hug, they hold while yet they bleed.
Hunger comes, within neglect,
bruises formed by pain’s regret.
Rage’s flayings fill their hearts-
still, one sparkle ignites a start.
Curious eyes, just won’t go out,
while hope endures – resisting doubt.
Senses are tuned to those who care,
in just one moment, they leap and dare.
The heart is framed, to drink of love,
To feels secure when eyes touch their’s.
Electricity’s current surges bright,
when someone’s kindness glows with light.
A heart is welcomed, joy’s blossom grows,
when they sense the heart that sees them soar.
Released and free, in this moment’s calm,
their hope lives on – yet the war’s not done.
Promise hinted, in a broken world.
A treasure of hope – just waiting for one.
Author – Bill Tidsbury