These Children

This was a school assignment for my religion class. I just need to put it here, so you don't have to read it

Walking around the halls are these children, these precious children.

 

You would never be able to tell what they have been through by just looking deep into their sweet and innocent souls, deep into those circles of love, happiness, anger, sorrow, or distance from the world.

 

Walking through these halls are these children, these glorious children.

 

By just talking with these amazing youths, by them running up to you with their smiles from ear to ear, by them eagerly wanting to hold your hand, the darkness is obliterated.

 

Walking through these halls are these children, these amazing children.

 

Hearing about their family lives from the one who truly cares for them, teaches them, enjoys their presence is the mother of the classroom.

 

Walking through these halls are these children, these confused children.

 

The over thinking of why I can’t see mommy, why I can’t see daddy, why I can’t find any food at home, why I can’t have my parents back……why?

 

Walking through these halls are these children, these diverse children.

 

Despite their appearances, I've never seen better friendships between oneself and their classmates, these precious, glorious, amazing, confused, and diverse children.

Author's Note

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THIS

Reviews

[Jamestown]

You really hit the nail on the head with this piece, the precious and innocent
children, Gods gift to the world:) I am in the mix doing a piece on child innocents
and be posted next week, thanks for sharing and b-blessed.