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A touch of daddy's eye
That makes a little girl cry,
A touch of daddy's hand
That only makes you want to stand,
A touch of daddy's voice
That does not rejoice,
A touch of innocence
That does not yet exist,
They say that this is love
So what happen to things like this,
A touch of daddy's eye
That lights up the sky
A touch of daddy's hand
That helps you stand
Touch of daddy's voice
That only rejoices,
A touch of innocence
That is always in existence
Michelle Schweiss ©74
Tears of the Innocent
A tear of sweet innocence traveling far away in the night,
A dream of fears and danger that grows closer in site,
A dream of thunder and lightning roaring though out the sky,
As the dream of a sweet innocent child passes by.
A touch of love and happiness
A gift of love not yet known,
A child's lost innocence that was only taken away
As the stars above whisper in silence of a story untold.
A tear of pain and sorrow that desires to be held,
A tear of a fallen heart that has not yet yelled,
A tear no one seams to hear
As the silence goes on in fear.
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Michelle Schweiss ©94
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This poem was writen from two views ... one of a child that experinces the silence of abuse and another form the eyes of the foster children placed in care.
This poem was writen for a very dear foster child i cared for. She was a darling and loved her so much was hard when i had to let her go.
The Lost Child
An open meadow fills with children
On a bright sunny day.
The air fills with laughter and essence of flowers
As they begin to play.
So innocent and pure,
not knowing the danger that is near.
As the flowers are picked
the sweet essence begins to vanish
leaving a bare field only for our children to play.
The laughter stills remains
so the danger appears to be distant,
awaiting to pick our children from the field,
like the flowers whose essence once filled the air.
The force coming in many shapes and sizes,
it may be a friend or a foe or just someone in need.
No one seems to know, or is it, we are afraid to see
the dark and evil force approaching our children
as the dires are heard all around.
The innocence soon swept away
Taking them to be it's own,
Never allowing the child to grow,
killing them with its touch, taking them,
in a way that was only meant for a bride.
Now the innocence of the child is lost
deep in the darkness, the chill of the night,
a life, stolen from within,
as though it did not belong to them.
Was this their sin?
A child lost deep within.
So many eager to the judge
for their behavior and ways.
What appears to be
the "disturbed child" of these days
in many ways is simply a lost soul in need
for the chance that was taken form them
or maybe just .... just maybe
could it be all they need
is a little faith and understanding
or simply hug from you or me.
Michelle Schweiss ©96
