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Speak To the Children
Do you ever notice the little children,
Why do they seem to slip away.
Are all children like this one,
Or is mine the only one who never plays.
Sitting all alone when recess comes,
Moping around the house like a stone.
Maybe mine just has quiet moods,
Perhaps he prefers to be left alone.
My nights are filled with muffled cries,
Sniffles and tears coming from a broken heart.
I guess I should speak to the children,
I should've spoken before the crying had to start.
I have to once again be a parent,
Sometimes I forget that I'm needed by my son.
He will have to see that I love him,
Then the battle that he's fighting will be won.
Just a word of love and encouragement,
And a hug and kiss without special reason.
Those simple things are greatly needed,
Every day of every year and every season.
Children need to know when they're loved,
To feel cared for and shown it's true.
Everyone on earth isn't sufficient,
Because the love they need most, comes from you.
