I'm a child

I am a child

I am a child

I have barely lived

          I wonder why I live

I don’t know my dad

My mom passed away

I’m not allowed to play outside

Nature has become my escape

My mind sometimes wonder   

what things may have been like if my dad had come home from the war. Maybe my mom wouldn’t be so sad

My mind always wonders what my mother was like, and if she is glad to of given her life for mine. Maybe if she lived, dad would of wanted me.

He was so young

She was eighteen

Was it my fault

It was my fault

Even though I wasn’t born

Even though I wouldn’t of been born

Would he have loved me?

Maybe I would have a family

So I sit here

So I stand here

Looking outside 

Wanting in

At the beauty of nature

To know the warmth 

Of what might have been  

Of a family I’ll never have

 

Reviews

[Inspiring Writer]

A child wants what from life, you've well defined and said in these nice words. The theme's awesome and your words're so nice and powerful to a reader to attracts reading this piece more. This's a great piece you've written from your heart. I'm sure you've a great knowledge about life... you can make some more nice stuffs on life and i'm sure you'll do :)
Beautiful work once again!

[Wolfwind]

A wonderfully constructed piece of poetry. Deep with relevant emotions to all the families that have suffered through war. It certainly makes one take a moment and ponder the place in time, the moment that we live. Makes us realize how thankful most of us should be for what has been granted. At the same time, it pulls upon the heart, feeling for those who've lost so much.

Great Ink!
Aaron

[Coyote Poetry]

Every child is precious. I raised four kids and now I have two grand boys in my home. Losing a parent is hard. I was raised in foster homes. Made me desire to be a good father. I find peace in nature also. Nature allowed us to think and find peace. Life teaches us many things. You are special. Just need to find your place. A excellent poem. A lot of questions open up in the powerful poem.
Coyote