When you speak to a child do you understand what you are saying. Your words can be blankets of comfort or harm.

What do you hand out?

Blankets

Under the gossamer sheet she lays, a child, precious innocents.

She is perfection. Beauty sleeps shrouded in love and hope.

She belongs to this world, included not exposed.

Trust and naivety her false guardian.

It is tainted love that lays down the heavy blanket of guilt.

The child gladly accepts and hides beneath.

The world feels cold.

At first her covers do not weigh so much that she can not slip out from their grasp.

Free to dance, sing, and play, to love.

Irritated by the distraction mother neatly smoothes and ensure they are well tucked in; the blankets of unimportance, insignificance, unwanted.

She is only a child. Not that she can be seen, once gossamer followed the contours of her limbs, now distain, disappointment, fear, anger, shame, humiliation, hurt, pain and the failing of others are added to guilt.

Suppressed, stifled, but safely hidden from the outside. She lives on inconspicuously. Take a look my friend, but be very careful. She is fearfully of you. Be not judgemental for that is a weighty blanket to bear.

You may be able to peel back the layers with honest, kindness, affection and love. A few have succeeded to coax her out from beneath. But do not forget the layers are her protection and when she grows tired of soft emotions she will need them again. For her really comfort and needs lay embedded in those layers.

They did not mean to hurt her, or perhaps they did. They did not stop to ask why. To delve through the layers that masks their child. My damage is yours my darling their only insight.

When you speak to a child on every word hangs a blanket.

I implore you all before handing out blankets, look under your own, wake your child and ask their advice.

Converse with the wisdom of your child within.

By Dibs


Submitted: November 06, 2011

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dibbledabble

Foxglove (a beautiful flower, I would choose along side an English Rose in my garden)

Your comments are very welcome. I am please you stuck with it.

My writing is an extension of me; I am a private, even secretive person, my true self hidden from view. So my writing can take some unravelling.

I am a sensitive being, which has been my downfall at times, but my strength too as I believe it has given me great empathy for others.

To get a respose for this work means a lot

Its nice to be acquainted

Dibs



Thu, November 10th, 2011 7:50am

attanasio

Like foxglove, I read your poem a few times. Your meaning is not so easy to divise. I believe the reason for this is that we all might see this example with a different perspective.

If a parent makes a small child feel guilty, they have no escape from this, they will carry that burden all thier life. By not loving them and showing them love and praise then they feel unwanted, this they will carry all thier lives also.

To go beyond that and make them feel scorn, anger, shame, and humiliation etc is child abuse in my opinion and incorrigible and immoral.

As a parent and decent human being, I can not condone this type of parenting. It sickens me!

Your poem is very powerful and the message should be understood by all the readers. If I am way off base with my comment, please delete it.

If I am close to the message in the poem, leave this for the readers that didn't get the power of this piece so they may re-read it. It is worth it!

Thanks for an awesome poem!

Sat, November 12th, 2011 8:48pm

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You are on the nail; it is all about the thoughtless and sometimes deliberate pain caused by those a child trust.
We as adults use words and inclinations to devastating effect. What chance does a child have? It is one of my greatest wishes that we stop the cycle of pain and abuse. People think of abuse as physical. The real damage is done mentally. The weight of it carried for years, suppressed or taken out on the venerable, more often children again. Thus the cycle continues.

You are wise and preceptive man

Sat, November 12th, 2011 2:38pm

dibbledabble

Vulnerable not venerable.

I do try to check what I post but this one slipped by

Sat, November 12th, 2011 11:05pm

Mike Stevens

A poem that is much more than it appears; great write!

Fri, November 18th, 2011 11:10pm

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Mike

Somethings go much deeper than I can fathom.

Dibs

Fri, November 18th, 2011 4:08pm

bobthebuilder

You already know how I feel about being a parent. From a dad who knows, love your prose. The message rings true, that's why I'm a fan of you.

Sun, November 20th, 2011 7:38pm

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Thank you, my experience as a child has had profound and painful impact on my life. When I heard a child being spoken to carelessly and with disregard I feel the tongues cruel dagger as much as the child, perhaps more because often the child believes it normal.

Dibs

Sun, November 20th, 2011 1:18pm

individualstar

wonderful poem :)

Sun, January 8th, 2012 12:04pm

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Thank your saying so and for commenting.

Dibs

Sun, January 8th, 2012 6:26am

Lisa Ayers

Hi Dibs, this piece is brillant!

I enjoyed the thought provoking layers to unravel.

The message must get across our nation!

I endured forms of abuse as a child. With God's grace, I beat the odds and I am happy and positive.

I cringe anytime I overhear a parent being disrespectful to their child. It takes so much effort not to approach them and address the situation.

This is the first piece I have read by you. I'm impressed and honored to meet someone else who is trying to reach out and help

Rock on Dibs!

Mon, March 4th, 2013 6:23am

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Lisa, delighted you chose to read this one first, it is a subject close to my heart. I write as honestly as society is capable of listening too. It is my wish that in time society will be prepared to listen compassionately to all in it community. I am please to hear that you have escaped the demons of your childhood, it has taken me near 50 years to exorcise mine.

It's a pleasure to meet you Lisa


Dibs

Sun, March 3rd, 2013 10:39pm

Irish wolf hound

I LLOOVVEE BLANKETS! especially the mink ones! thank you for encouraging me to read you poems, you have such talent!

Sat, April 27th, 2013 10:04am

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You are too kind :) it's a pleasure to share my poems with you ...Dibs

Sat, April 27th, 2013 10:10am

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