I look into the eyes
Of my little baby girl,
Thoughts run through my mind, "What was I thinking
When I brought you into this world?"
"The world can be,
Such a cruel place,
Wars and bloodshed
Are wiping out the human race."
I love my baby girl
With all my soul,
I look into your eyes
It's my heart you stole.
Don't get me wrong
I adore your little face,
But I cry tears of sadness
Thinking about what will take place.
I don't want you to grow up
Just thinking there is violence,
Think about all the good things
When you're alone in silence.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.13/2005
I worry alot about my youngest siblings. Remembering what school was like for me at that age, it's hard to let them walk out the door each day. I've enjoyed reading your poetry, although I like your freeverse much better.