Mother and Child

Mother and child
Born into this wild
World of wonders
Full of blunders

As youngsters and punksters
Are paddling up stream
Wading through the shading
Of money hungry madness
And clutching at gladness

The small and the meek
Need shelter to keep
Sacred the life
Of the man and wife

Let peace be shown
Of it's own
Let life be grown...
And never blown

Author's Note

Written after touching a poem here by Shiningwolf

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This poem is one as a mother i can relate to well. The children of today, i do think they have it worse than any generation... not as much hunger more so nt enough time by parents, feeling unloved.
I hope all find their way is the crazy world and :

"Let peace be shown
Of it's own
Let life be grown...
And never blown"

Never blown.

Chloe

[Shiningwolf]

Precious. That is all I can say. I love it! Your poems again make me feel at peace Pheasant! Never stop writing!

[howlfjdks]

Not taking for granted the beautiful connections we can enjoy.

[Jasmine]

humans, with bonds and histories and an eternal memory, shared by all.
a nice poem.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Nothing like that maternal bond... a sentimentally precious little poem.