Hopeful Children

Where there is Dream there is Hope!

There they are … tapping, dancing little feet

in sweet drops of silver water,

dreaming of controlling clouds as they

pretend to be colourful magical birds,

gliding across glittering skies.

 

Gently, rain falls on those smiling, innocent faces;

each move is so full of gracefulness;

all is forgotten for this moment …

no one can take their place.

 

But, where is gripping hurt, frigid tears from

yesterday, muffled echoes of growling empty

stomachs, sadness on mum’s face, affecting

uncertainty of better days?

Fractured whispering of cold wind in

sleepless nights; palpitating fear within

praying hearts; there is no hope!

Why should you revel?

 

Ohhh, but look at the silver drops of rain;

again, it washes away our pain.

Even if just for a moment,

we are one together -- with the rain.

Author's Note

Try to drive yourselves into this imaginary real life poem.
Photo by Rarindra Prakarsa

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Your poem is a form of homage for those wee children who suffer hard lives day after day.. whatever life throws at them. For the parents who can do nothing else but stand by, whether on filthy streets or in sterile wards - hopelessness is second to the sounds and sights of children laughing, making mockery of the dark around and inside them. You write superbly, sensitively and more. Kudos, dear friend and more.

[Silmara McGarry]

Indeed! Thank you ever so much dearest friend Emma, for reading and your lovely review🌸Have a splendid rest :-)

[Chris Shaw]

I felt the loss of beloved children here. Taken in their innocence to a place where they will no longer suffer. Those thoughts were briefly comforting until the emptiness and pain kicked in, followed by a feeling of despair. How can you ever get over the loss of a child. You have your hell here on earth while you are living. Strong piece Sil.

Chris

[Silmara McGarry]

Many thanks indeed dear Chris for reading and thoughtful review.

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Sil
read moreMany thanks indeed dear Chris for reading and thoughtful review.

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Sil

[HadesRising]

Interesting piece, very well written. Well done.

[Silmara McGarry]

First, my apologies for missing your review ;-)
Thank you ever so much for reading and for your great words!

Stay well
:-)

[Relic]

I recall a picture of inner-city youths jumping with joy on a stained mattress in a run-down litter-filled plot next to a dilapidated building. For a little while, their troubles were forgotten. It's amazing how youthful children can overlook the worst situations.

Nice poem, Silmara.

[Silmara McGarry]

You are so right! Thank you very much :-)

[SZHZIA]

Beautiful poem that portrays true emotion of the poet for children. They always are innocent. The lines that touched my heart are:
"Gently, rain falls on those smiling, innocent faces;

each move is so full of gracefulness;

all is forgotten for this moment …

no one can take their place."

Thanks for sharing.. :-)

[Silmara McGarry]

Yes, true emotion indeed :-) I am the one to thank you for your time and sweet review!!!

[SZHZIA]

You are welcome... :-)

[BlackPrince]

I love how the rain is here used as the image of hope.
Because we also know that rain nourishes our flora and fauna life. Our human bodies are (supposedly) comprised of more 60% (to be approximate) of water,
which is water in its multitasking manifestation we call rain.
children are the image of innocence and purity, linked here with the rain, and like rain contributing to the replenishment of Mother Earth, through the continuation of life in naturally progressing, eternal and breathing form, we must well look after our children for their welfare. We must also then realise by now the harmonious relationship humans share with nature, the image of our children and the rain being a suiting symbol representing life and hope.

THANK YOU FOR THIS CONSIDERATE POEM.
THIS IS WHAT POETRY IS ABOUT: POINT OUT TO THE UNIVERSE ITS PROS AND CONS.

WELL DONE

[Silmara McGarry]

First, my apologies for missing your comments.
Thank you ever so much for your thoughtful and wonderful review.

All best,
:-)

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Sil! : )
Good morning and a wonderful weekend to you.
First, let me say how amazing and stunning I think that picture is, and what a perfect choice you made of it for this poem … it sets an almost spiritually ethereal feel to the moment.
Children, though precious and sensitive, are resilient, brightly hopeful, and filled with innocent dreams, where they can escape to another imaginative world all their own.
If adults did this in the way kids do, we would be considered deranged, but it is the normal state for the wee ones, as part of their natural self-survival from undeserved burdens the adult world thrusts upon them.
I love how you've illustrated the reality of both worlds, and most of all how you've ended it so beautifully and hopefully … you've touched that child who still lives inside me ⁓ a sad, but gentle tear fell.

Beautifully and skillfully stroked upon the canvas of our minds and hearts, I bow most humbly and thankfully, Sil! ⁓ Richard

[a few wee issues -- I'll message you] 😊

[Silmara McGarry]

Hey Richard!!! :-)
I hope you had a great evening so far.
I love the picture so much also. Thank you!
I agree with you in every word. I pray and hope the child inside all of us never die for some, and awaken for others. Because it is there for sure.
I am most glad it touched your inner child, and your emotionally felt review has really touched me.
Many thanks indeed for your sweet and wonderful words. :-)))))

[Beccy]

Your poem is beautiful, the message uplifting; but I could not read it without thinking of the untold thousands of children in this conflict torn world that may never see another Christmas. For too many of the innocent there are no glittering skies or drops of silver rain.

Our inhumanity and self interest has plumbed new depths; and that we have not yet banished the evil that stalks this earth is to our everlasting shame.

Beccy.

[Silmara McGarry]

Hey Beccy!
Sadly the children in this poem are the children of this conflicted torn world that we live in :-(
Is just like most children, they are happy with so little, and can still dream and use their imagination to pretend a happier life.
But you are right in your words, and I thank you for sharing them with me :-)

Stay well :-)

[barleygirl]

What an amazing imagination you have, to paint this lyrical story from tough times & hopefulness. Your details are great, your word choices are dynamic & full of imagery, giving off a sweetness thru-out. Really chilling, the way you bounce the contrasts of a hard life against the dancing joyfulness of children in the rain. An amazing creation this is! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Silmara McGarry]

You know, I cried when I finished writing and read it. I wanted them all to be happy.
Many thanksss indeed, my dear Margie...I love your review/perfect words. (BIG smile)...:-))))

[barleygirl]

That's the ultimate -- putting so much emotion into what you write!

[Coyote Poetry]

The words solid and true.
"Ohhh, but look at the silver drops of rain again, it washes away our pain;
Even if just for a moment, we are one together with the rain."
The above lines are true. Sometimes memories become less painful and more sweeter. Thank you Silmara for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Silmara McGarry]

Indeed they do!
Many thanks for taking the time to read and your kind words :-)

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.