Little Ones
Author: Unknown
We forged a bond when we were kids to always stick together
As a sister I'd stand by you, and try to make things better
You were so little and lost, and grown-ups can be so cruel
I made it my life's mission to take good care of you
We clung to one another as those years went by
A lonely, loveless childhood, we helped each other cry
We wondered if our mother was really like they said
We hurt for her and missed her, and cried for her in bed
The awful things they told us of how she went away
And that she didn't want us, and wouldn't even stay
So you and I, we bonded, each one had a part
We nurtured one another, to sooth our broken hearts
I wonder about the fate of those two little kids
If God in His sweet wisdom had not chosen as He did
You see, dear one, it's no mistake He gave us to each other
He did it 50 years ago, He'd do it still another
The bond we swore those years ago, will always live within me
We're every age we've ever been, our childhood is our history
And if I could have had it perfect, but had it without you
Then I wouldn't change one minute, because this I know is true
In a world that only contradicts whatever you believe
Where everyone double-talks, and you're always being deceived
Where you're too young to have a voice, and left without a mother
Two little kids found a way, when they bonded with each other
Copyright© 2004
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Written for my "little" brother for Christmas, 2004.
Comments (4)
a bond between sibblings is strong and unbreakable you describe your feeling well ty for the share
We're every age we've ever been, our childhood is our history
And if I could have had it perfect, but had it without you
Then I wouldn't change one minute, because this I know is true
In a world that only contradicts whatever you believe
Where everyone double-talks, and you're always being deceived
Where you're too young to have a voice, and left without a mother
Two little kids found a way, when they bonded with each other.
Lively Waters, first welcome to our beautiful corner.
Second, what a beautiful account of love and connection you just described with your brother?
It touches me so deeply. My brother who was younger than me was the beacon of honor and justice. He got murdered for fighting for the rights of the poor and the unfortunate. Until today I am grieving for what happened to him and have written so many pieces just for him. With swollen eyes from crying because everytime I attempt to write about him, the hurt and pain just pierce my being and render me helpless at times.
You ahve triumphedd amidst all the challenges you had as expressed in the last lines and this is good. I reckon, you are in great shape as I can see your lovely beasutiful face gracing our corner.
Thanks for shaqring.
It almost makes me feel selfish to be so fortunate that I have the gift of still having my brother alive and well. I won't be presumptuous enough to say I can imagine how you fee, because I can't! But, please do allow me to let you know the empathy and impact you have left me with by sharing a very personal part of yourself.
Thank you for being someone willing to hurt long enough to show others how very lucky they really are in the face of aridity and disenchantment.