The child’s voice,
Thin and tiny,
Screaming for a attention,
Expressing inner discomfort,
Making known its fears,
Of things unfamiliar
In the absence of the mother,
In the presence of gigantic adults,
Seeing unfriendly little children,
Staring at his chocolate,
He wants to be carried and curdled
To feel safe in the mother’s warm arms.
He cried the more,
“Mummy, mummy, mummy,”
His voice grew louder,
Thicker and thunderous
Calling for attention,
But no one seems to understand,
The expression, the voice of the child.
This one is also very beautiful. And the point worthy of your works. I rate this one with the others i read today. You have a great gift in your talent, and there is not a more important subject then children and their needs. Great Read Rae
I like this one! Because I am a mother!
Always love unconditionally without reason, and may you give without taking. Abundant Love, Peace, Hugs, Kisses, Joy, and most of all Faith are yours!!!
Pauletta Ruby Boggs
i agree give children all the attention you can