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[Sai ka Tej]

JAI SAI RAM

~*~*Listen to the Words of a Child~*~*

Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.

Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed.

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth
Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes grown ups forget
How really big they are.

So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way
To tell Mommies everywhere.

To please try hard to understand
How sad it makes us feel;
Cause the outside pain soon goes away,
But the inside never heals.

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me
Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear...

SAI RAM

[tana]

Om Sai Ram~~~

Really Very nice poem Princess....its really an eye opening poem... 
we quite often pay DEAF EAR to kids... 

May BABA Bless you always.... 

Jai Sai Ram~~~

[fatima]

Om Sai Ram,Tejal

Very sweet poem...Well done you!!I just adore it....

May Baba bless u always

[tana]

Om Sai Ram~~~

On Children ~~~ from 'The Prophet' by Khalil Gibran~~~

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
"Speak to us of Children."


And he said:

 
"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you,
yet they belong not to you.
 
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.
 
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
 For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and
He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so
He loves also the bow that is stable."

Jai Sai Ram~~~