In memory of Valerie Smelser, age 12 at her death, abused and murdered by her mother and boyfriend.........
https://sites.google.com/site/myinspirationalchild
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Valerie, My inspirational Child
In memory of Valerie Smelser, age 12 at her death, abused and murdered by her mother and boyfriend.........
https://sites.google.com/site/myinspirationalchild
My Buddy
Tho we met so long ago,
have felt we have been friends
like seeds we did sow.
A stranger once we were,
but chatted and we knew
we had so much in common
A bond like no other,
of things we have experienced
in this life,
tho many tears and strife.
Betrayal I have known in the past,
the hurt so deep, it forever last.
Trust is such a treasure,
knowing I can believe in you,
Faith has no bounds,
For in you I have found
A real friend
Knightgale 2002(c)
have felt we have been friends
like seeds we did sow.
A stranger once we were,
but chatted and we knew
we had so much in common
A bond like no other,
of things we have experienced
in this life,
tho many tears and strife.
Betrayal I have known in the past,
the hurt so deep, it forever last.
Trust is such a treasure,
knowing I can believe in you,
Faith has no bounds,
For in you I have found
A real friend
Knightgale 2002(c)
Wounded Heart
Lord, why am I so used and abused
When my heart is honest and pure?
I try so hard to do my very best
I'm really being put to the test.
So many demanding, for their own gain,
While driving others totally insane.
I give my all each and every day,
Only for them to say,"Hey!!".
How much more am I to take,
When inside my heart breaks?
I am accused and blamed,
til my heart is sorely maimed.
I try to keep on going,
But at times my wounded heart is showing.
Seems no one really cares,
Just to continue to throw dares.
I want the best for everyone,
so they too, can continue to see the rising sun.
Lord, please help me to make it thru each day,
To always have a kind word to say.
To listen well with all my heart,
To be able to continue my work,
and always be a part.
Those who abuse,
Help them to understand,
They, too can change,
and become a part
and help mend a WOUNDED HEART.
Knightgale~2000(c)
When my heart is honest and pure?
I try so hard to do my very best
I'm really being put to the test.
So many demanding, for their own gain,
While driving others totally insane.
I give my all each and every day,
Only for them to say,"Hey!!".
How much more am I to take,
When inside my heart breaks?
I am accused and blamed,
til my heart is sorely maimed.
I try to keep on going,
But at times my wounded heart is showing.
Seems no one really cares,
Just to continue to throw dares.
I want the best for everyone,
so they too, can continue to see the rising sun.
Lord, please help me to make it thru each day,
To always have a kind word to say.
To listen well with all my heart,
To be able to continue my work,
and always be a part.
Those who abuse,
Help them to understand,
They, too can change,
and become a part
and help mend a WOUNDED HEART.
Knightgale~2000(c)
Wondering Thoughts..........
When gazing at his baby picture, I sit here and wonder, no one had any way of knowing what life will bring him from day to day, now he sits is a small room long hrs each day, wondering what to do or say. He asks himself,oh what did I do, to deserve this?
Only a small child in an adult world, in awe and confusion of what they are saying. Now facing such sadness and depression, some days, thinking I just cannot go on, but somehow I must, for I did not do anything wrong, why won’t they believe me?, oh how I wish they would.
I have so many things I would love to do, go fly a kite on a windy day, wade the waters of the old neighborhood pond, stretch out on the grass and soak up the heavenly rays of God’s sunshine upon my face, chase butterflies and bugs, just for fun. Call a buddy and just go fishing for a while, or play some games, we talked about so often. Run in and out of the house, kissing my mother’s cheek on the way out, yelling over my shoulder how much I love her, and thanks for the money, to buy a burger and coke for my friend and me.
Just wondering what that would be like, but keeps me sane in this forsaken place…………….
Knightgale©2006
Only a small child in an adult world, in awe and confusion of what they are saying. Now facing such sadness and depression, some days, thinking I just cannot go on, but somehow I must, for I did not do anything wrong, why won’t they believe me?, oh how I wish they would.
I have so many things I would love to do, go fly a kite on a windy day, wade the waters of the old neighborhood pond, stretch out on the grass and soak up the heavenly rays of God’s sunshine upon my face, chase butterflies and bugs, just for fun. Call a buddy and just go fishing for a while, or play some games, we talked about so often. Run in and out of the house, kissing my mother’s cheek on the way out, yelling over my shoulder how much I love her, and thanks for the money, to buy a burger and coke for my friend and me.
Just wondering what that would be like, but keeps me sane in this forsaken place…………….
Knightgale©2006
NO TOMORROWS FOR ME
Each day I gaze at the heavens,
in awe of the beauty that surrounds me,
the smell of fragrances, only God can send to us.
The rain upon my face in a summer shower,
The sun gently shines upon my cheek.
I cherish those moments
for there may be no tomorrows for me.
For those who have entered my life,
My soul is soothed by your presence
Your smile and laughter keeps me warm,
Your joy creates a wonder I will always behold,
for there may be no tomorrows for me.
In this life, I was given you, as a friend,
to always hold in my heart
sharing my world, my treasures
for there may be no tomorrows for me
When I leave this world behind,
I shall take with me, such sweet memories,
of the love I knew, I received from you.
The times we shared, will forever last,
but there may be no tomorrows for me
Knightgale-2000(c)
in awe of the beauty that surrounds me,
the smell of fragrances, only God can send to us.
The rain upon my face in a summer shower,
The sun gently shines upon my cheek.
I cherish those moments
for there may be no tomorrows for me.
For those who have entered my life,
My soul is soothed by your presence
Your smile and laughter keeps me warm,
Your joy creates a wonder I will always behold,
for there may be no tomorrows for me.
In this life, I was given you, as a friend,
to always hold in my heart
sharing my world, my treasures
for there may be no tomorrows for me
When I leave this world behind,
I shall take with me, such sweet memories,
of the love I knew, I received from you.
The times we shared, will forever last,
but there may be no tomorrows for me
Knightgale-2000(c)
Call for Vigilance
So many abused and maimed
when are people gonna see this shame,
Abused for years and seems never a repair,
children constantly in total despair.
Why do they NOT hear the cries in the nite,
and join us in this fight.
To protect the children we must do,
Please do not ask WHO
It is each of us that must carry on
and fight til this battle is won.
Too many have died, many have been lost
they paid with their lives, what a horrible cost.
So innocently they were born,
only to find themselves in total scorn.
God bless all little children, far and near,
help us to dry up the tears.
To make them whole and happy again,
God, please help us, Amen,
and again, Amen!
Knightgale(c)~2000
when are people gonna see this shame,
Abused for years and seems never a repair,
children constantly in total despair.
Why do they NOT hear the cries in the nite,
and join us in this fight.
To protect the children we must do,
Please do not ask WHO
It is each of us that must carry on
and fight til this battle is won.
Too many have died, many have been lost
they paid with their lives, what a horrible cost.
So innocently they were born,
only to find themselves in total scorn.
God bless all little children, far and near,
help us to dry up the tears.
To make them whole and happy again,
God, please help us, Amen,
and again, Amen!
Knightgale(c)~2000
ONLY A "CHILD"
Only a “child”
The moon so high in the sky,
Holding secrets the courts still deny,
They know you are “only” a child,
Yet hold firm the sentences, while the world sighs.
No compassion, mercy is ever held,
While weeping alone in their private cells.
Mistakes made as a “child”,
While the courts still in denial
Charged as adult, no chance of parole
Holding this young life, with it forever on hold.
They dream of better tomorrows,
Only left in such desolate sorrows.
You can help change this destruction,
With education and a little instruction.
The next child could really be yours,
What will you do?, when you finally get the “score”?
Now is the time to speak out, & have no doubt,
Your voice is needed, for this child’s way out!!
Knightgale©2008
http://justicewinds.blogspot.com/
The moon so high in the sky,
Holding secrets the courts still deny,
They know you are “only” a child,
Yet hold firm the sentences, while the world sighs.
No compassion, mercy is ever held,
While weeping alone in their private cells.
Mistakes made as a “child”,
While the courts still in denial
Charged as adult, no chance of parole
Holding this young life, with it forever on hold.
They dream of better tomorrows,
Only left in such desolate sorrows.
You can help change this destruction,
With education and a little instruction.
The next child could really be yours,
What will you do?, when you finally get the “score”?
Now is the time to speak out, & have no doubt,
Your voice is needed, for this child’s way out!!
Knightgale©2008
http://justicewinds.blogspot.com/
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