Where’s the Warmth?
For many, the word abuse is sad, a wound that never heals
An emotional ache, one that triggers the nightmares, squeals
For many, a parent’s criticism is sharp, nothing warm or sweet
But bitterness, an empty feeling lingers till the day is complete
For many, it seems hard to go on, dark memories are often there
All the storms should leave, let sunshine bring tender love, care
Yes, the cold harsh past can be tossed, a new time to be free
A sigh of relief as you think of yourself, present day and family
For many, there’s the dreadful question, Where’s the Warmth?
For some, the answer is, That door is closed, a better one is opened!
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