A story for another time

Children should be loved

And cherished

Their life a happy playground

Their problems should be small or smaller

Food always on the table

Oh No!

I forgot to clean my room

I did not eat my veges

I climbed atop the trampoline

And fell into my parent’s arms

All was well, I broke a bone

But love was all around me.

That’s the childhood I always knew

Until I started teaching

And even after many years

You still come across a story

That makes you ache deep in your heart

And try to help another.

Too sad the story I have to tell

To raw to let the reader know it

Perhaps one day,

With some distance

I’ll tell this young child’s tale

But not today

And not tomorrow

For this child is still living in the story

And there is no fairy tale ending.