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  Posted: February 23, 2020      Views: 72
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Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

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Chapter 100 of the book 2020
"Frality of The Young" by Barb Hensongispsaca
(father, faith, family, forgotten, forever)

Dearest Father, when will it stop?

All the killing and massacre
of innocent young lives.
They haven't even had a chance to live,
they are killed by children their age
who are trained to kill
and not feel anything.

There are little ones
left alone
to fend for themselves -
children that are left by the wayside to die
because the parents
have to try to save
the healthy one.
No food forces them
to make a hard decision
to abandon their weak
to save their strong.

that's a huge word.
Forever is an even worse feeling.
Though little, they can't be forgotten.

Dearest Father,
I pray for the children that are being abused
used as punching bags
by family or even foster care.
Father, I have seen it and I know it exists.

I know it makes You sick, too,
when one of these little ones
cries in pain wondering where their help is
and it seems not to come.
I know You are holding them
and giving of Your strength.

I know You are listening to everyone
as we pray, or cry, or rejoice.
You hear us
from the bottom of the coal mines
to the top of the mountains.
I also know You will answer.
Maybe not the way we want You to,
but You will answer.

Give me the strength
to go on helping
and the faith knowing
that You are still there to listen to us,
and answer our prayers.

Even if that answer is "no".


The book continues with Frality of The Old. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

Author Notes
Raoul D'Harmental thank you for permission to use your picture.

Sorry about the length, but it just kept going.

This is my piece for the free verse challenge for the club found undere 'social' in the heading, then club. We could use five words starting with the same letter. I chose 'f'.
(father, faith, forever, family, forgotten)
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