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Submitted by wellbelove on 15 October 2007 - 3:17pm.
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A child giggles
Playing a care free game
Runs round and round
In imaginary circles
The laughter growing uncontrollably
Stolen
A child excited
Explores their new world
Parents guide inquisitive mind
Through the maze of all to learn
Stolen
A child warms
In the arms of their mother
Safe, secure and loved
Gently drifting
Into peaceful sleep
Stolen
You stole
But never gained
From the very first time
You raised your hand
Stolen
Replaced laughter with sobbing
Hope with fear
As you struck
All that was good about you
Was stolen too
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wellbelove if this is you
you are in good compay here. This is very sad and so well written. i think most parents regret ever striking. I know some don’t. One thing for sure is we will never forget and always feel it.
Regards,
Mark