The last time!


This is so beautiful and sad at the same time… With my 4 kids, I never realized those ”last time”. The happy thing is that our 14 years old boy (looking like 17) still wants a hug, loves to hold my hand, to shop with me…  All 4 still creep into our room for cuddles. From now, I’ll definitely cherish those times and keep them as precious memories! I think this poem title should be: those joyous/happy times or those precious memories or the virtuous mom… !

The Last Time

Why???


 Why  So  Much  Suffering . . .

Why must children suffer, for the wrong we do?

Why must children pay the price for the ugly hate we spew?

Why must children have to cope with hunger and with war?

Why must children feel the wrath at Mother Nature’s core?

Why can’t children just be free and learn the way of love?

Why can’t children have no cares and love their God above?

Why should children have to worry about their future’s air?

Why must they endure these things because we were aware?!

Why is the question we must ask to truly make things right.

Why is the question we must answer so we can sleep at night.

Why can’t we now take the stand and help our children win?

THIS is why I take this stand and hope you all join in!

© Krysti Farrell
 
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