I wrote this poem on abuse at school by piers and teachers, last year and posted it last september. It is personal and I am not afraid to say so. My school days were among the worst days of my life. I do know that it does not sound as horrific as some the other poems and situations that I have tackled this last week but it is abuse and both boys and girls suffer it .
It can be even worse these days as there is now cyber bullying so the poor victim cannot get away from it unless they cut themselves off completely from the modern appliances. In fact some people are Tolled after their death and so it is their family that carry on receiving the bullying.
It is abuse it should be stopped but the schools do not seem to be able to stop it !
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I have the most wonderful women in my family.
From the “Last of the clan” to “Great Auntie here I am.”
My neighbours, my companions, the women at tea
Have taught me to be open, to be free.
However, my family has taught me the best
To be ourselves, to put worries at rest.
Their wonderful smiles
Fill my life with such joy
That It makes it all worth while
My blood family make me so proud
I want to sing their praises from the nearest cloud.
My spiritual family are always on hand
Regardless of the fact they are spread ‘throughout the land’
The women of my Faith the surround me
Their love does astound me.
I have the most wonderful women in my life.
They show me how to love.
- Celebrating the wonderful ‘Marys’ who shaped my life! (wholewomannetwork.org)
I watch women’s hands.
I learn from them.
Some hands are open.
Some hands are closed.
Some hands are baking.
Some hands are making
clothes, mending or brand new.
Some hands will always have to “make do.”
Some hands are willing.
Some have no choice.
Some are speaking instruments
For those without voice.
Grandmother’s hands were cleaning,
With her hands there was no second guessing.
Then, there were moments, when upon a fevered brow
Those hands were healing
With a gentle “Hush, now.”
Mother’s hands were gaily saying
“Clean your room,
get your books,
get ready for church,
or come sit near, it’s time for praying”
I am wondering, as I ponder, looking in the past
Just how wonderful their hands are now.
Now that there are no more earthly chores to do.
Now that there are only “angel jobs’
and Souls’ to “pray through”
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