CSA rips families to shreads and can cripple one's emotional well being. With our babies, I found that anything "creative" their young minds could focus on was extremely benificial for their healing! Our girls use art and dance as their "outlets"!
The first poem on our special page was sent to me by a friend. It touched my heart as I read the words. I not only felt the pain of it's author, but also felt the guilt as I asked myself, "what kind of parent am I"....The author has graciously agreed to our posting it here on this website. Anyone who has written or read a special poem feel free to send it in and we will post it here on this "special" page.
A new poem sent in...Thank you for sharing with us Jane!
The Child in Her.
He was my first born
When my own flesh I knew none,
Our bond was so close
as we'd been on the run.
The worst crime did he feel;
the guilt seemed at my heel.
The umbilical wrenched;
in blood my love drenched.
For years did I strive
for that passionate feeling
to recover the love
that could do so much healing.
Then from out of the dark the angel came
and showed me her own and I realised no blame
was laid at my feet
as I watched her gently smooth
the tears to the smile
in her own little brood.
From example, I learned
what I'd so long yearned.
The feelings, they flooded
what had previously been blooded.
Champayne was required
I no longer feel tired.
The credit all due
to one strong and true
who's presence on earth
is a miracle birth.
Her pathway is clear
though bombarded with fear
such power a burden
the appearance so slight
and yet from within
that healing insight.
I hope this poem helps somebody.
Love Jane