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Child love

Do your children love you? Not a bit
They just think that you're a nerd or twit
They don't think you have a thought profound
And when you speak they look at you and frown
The things you say are not to there base tastes
The clothes you wear , to them are a disgrace
You are too old for them to call you mummy
They laugh at you and think that you are funny
They ignore you except for when they find
They haven't got a shilling or a dime
then do they pretend that they are nice?
Take the cash, disappear in a trice
Without so much as an acknowledgement
Of all the hours and years of time hard spent
In order to bring in that thousand pounds
Which they will take without a grateful sound
And when your'e dead they'll spit upon your grave
And say "thanks be on health care we have saved"
So keep cash and emotions for yourself
And pay lavishly for those home helps
As children won't be there doing all the cleaning
When you're dying and to them you're appealing
For a sign of love or gratitude
Or even just a bit of servitude
You brought them up to be uncaring wenches
Lacking sympathy in their five senses
Enjoy yourself while you are young and fit
Because they'll never love you. Not a bit

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They forgot my birthday for several years running
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I can't help but to respect what I call the true potencial of the heart displayed in the poem. I can feel the pain, deeply, in every line. The truth hurts, full force. Loved it.

Don't let a missed birthday cause you to be upset, just remember it is your birthday and you can do what you wish with it.
If others, even your children miss it, that is their fault not for you to be upset about.
I just send them love no matter what, or where they are, that is my part of being, their part is to receive that love, and what they do with it is their responsibility. Children I have four, two of each, one daughter I haven't seen or spoken to for over 14 years as she treated me like shit..
My other daughter is in Australia and is doing well, they paid for me to go there last year, and it was lovely.
The two sons one is in Cornwall working around with computers and websites and is doing OK, if only they would phone sometime, I speak to my daughter on Skype , but my sons seem to think it is another planet..
My other son is in Milton Keynes working in Retail he calls sometimes,
as you say what a way of life.
Work it out, they are independent and doing OK so No worries, they will call if there is a need but they may be missing their Fathers life..
Well that is their way so I cannot change that, now you should as I do, just live your life it is precious to everyone,
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

They ignore you except for when they find
They haven't got a shilling or a dime........................

modern kids though
as we are also
modern kind of parents


Children may or may not be capable of love at an early age but I can say I that I and most of my friends love my parents in large majority. The poem contains a coiled wrath that I would like to know the origins of. It's a flamethrower of anger. Well done on that. It's and effective write for you thesis, I just happen to disagree. This has not been my experience.


Blue Demon77

"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."

The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath

Will come from my children for my memory or person when they grow as young as you are!
In teenage and young adults nothing is forthcoming!
What were your feelings for your parents in your twenties?

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