in a place filled with warmth and love,
i see them smiling back at me,
how i have taken advantage,
of the little things in my life.
they came running to me,
and i embraced them in my arms.
holding back my every tear,
i tried not to cry.
they smile and they laugh,
as if nothing else matters,
the simplest things in life,
they appreciate till the end.
a little one ran up to me,
i asked him what he wanted.
and his answer left me in tears.
all he ask for was colour pencils.
looking back at my life again,
how very blessed i was,
to have a home to return to,
to be loved unconditionally.
all that they have today,
is only the love they have for each other.
but never do they complain,
why god put them in this position.
and yet me who has everything,
complain even about the food i eat
wad life has in stored for them
they do not know,
yet never do they worry.
taking life a step at a time.
through the eyes of the young ones,
war, murder and rape,
they ceased to exist.
why is it ever so hard,
for us just to stop,
and take a good look at ourselves.
they are only children,
they lack the sense of maturity we have.
and yet, how embarrasing it is
for us who have the upper hand,
to start the violence in the world today.
god made these lovely children,
god made a beautiful miracle.
children,
are the pieces of heaven on earth
Hanrick
- my last visit to the orphanage made me think a lot. the kids were hardly 5
and were already abandoned by their parents. they had the really innocent look
and u really, really had to hold your tears back. the world is a cruel place, and
it is hard for them to grow up without love and support. thus, this poem was born.
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