And alone

When children are deprived of what they need
To participate in  social life and mix
Then we must wonder where such lack may lead
Can such a loss be overcome and fixed?

Children  will miscredit their own lack
They think it means that they are wicked beings
I wonder whether  pain can be rolled back
If from the  social world they end up fleeing

The silent stabs, the knife inside the heart
The wish to take the blame from parents sad
If some proceed to crime, this is the start
They were not born by nature to be bad.

We must not think entirely  of our own
But of the others poorer and alone

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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