Come, little one, Come, little one, To my hidden home; Come, little one, Make haste, And fail to roam. Come, little one, Come, little one, From what surrounds you; Come, little one, Into my arms Whatever you do. Come, sweet child, Come, dear child, Far, so far away; Come, innocence, Come, naivety- You are their prey. The world is cold, The world is hard, And you do not belong In a world like this, In this world of mine Where good is wrong. Come, little ones, Come, little ones, I will keep you as my own; Come, little ones, Come, little ones, Into my heart of stone- May it break for you, May it crumble to dust And make room for love; Come, sweet ones, Come, dear ones- I pray I have enough To keep you safe And away from evil, Away from all harm; Come, honesty, Come, sincerity, Into my sheltering arms. Come, little one, Come, little ones, Before the world uses you; Come, little ones, Come, little one- We cannot lose you too.
Wow this is so innocent. When i started reading it i was with question mark and then the repetition made me softer and more softer inside. I love the tone and the repetition effect, it is always kind of destructive when used but you've perfectly used repetition here. The matter subject is not regular thus once again Marie really good work. It is good to see poems that grants safety to little ones. A lot of poems on this site actually are nothing that can be read by children but finally i have encountered one. Good work!!
The repetition of the words, "Come little ones," reminds me of a song I heard in the movie, Hocus Pocus, "Come Little Children". It's actually kind of creepy. But I like it. There's something about it that reached out and gripped me, pulling me further in to the piece.
It is an interesting message, calling the children so that they may be saved, spared from the cruelties of the world. I could see this being the opening song to an epic fantasy tale about children, with the major underlying theme being corruption and the fight to retain innocence.
You've certainly gotten me thinking.
Well done.
-Caradoc
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
lol that is actually one of my favorite creepy-ish songs. Surprisingly, that song had nothing to do .. read morelol that is actually one of my favorite creepy-ish songs. Surprisingly, that song had nothing to do with this really except for the repetitions which I think my subconscious must have done-I wrote this to the tune of a circus welcome :) Glad you like this!
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So true ! A heartfelt poem and I loved reading it. The repetitions make it better. Best lines :"Into my heart of stone-
May it break for you,
May it crumble to dust
And make room for love;"
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
I am so glad you like it! I appreciate your comment and reading!
I think about this whenever I stop whatever it is I'm doing, and just stand there and watch my precious, 5 year old sister, as she quietly draws a picture or makes a craft, or is just watching a movie. It fills my heart whenever she looks up at me and says "Sissy! Look, I made a picture!" and then continues forth and explains to me what the picture is of. I admit, I don't think this enough, and I sometimes brush my little sister off and because of this poem, I vow to do more with my little sister and pay more attention to here. But, whenever I have these moments when I stop and look at her, I think: "I don't want this world to taint her innocence. I don't want to this world, that seems to have turned so cruel, to hurt her and beat her down." I worry about, when she grows up that she may be made fun of, or picked on, and when she gets older, I worry she may even cut, or starve herself, because she doesn't think she's pretty enough or worth anything. I'm on the verge of tears right now just thinking about it. I just want her to stay little forever, and I don't want her to be hurt...I want to keep her safe and innocent forever. But as we all know...we all have to grow up and eventually come into the real world. I, myself, am still holding on to the threads of fantasy and my own world, not yet ready to completely face reality full on, even though I've had a bit of a taste of it.
Anyway...before I start bawling my eyes out, this poem it absolutly amazing, and as you can tell, it hit home with me. It's beautiful, Sarah Marie, truly.
Thank you very much for creating this and sharing. I can't thank you enough.
Thank you.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
aww thank you so much for your review and telling me what this did for you. I too am holding on to t.. read moreaww thank you so much for your review and telling me what this did for you. I too am holding on to the fantasy and childhood, I admit. It is a scary thought that the older one gets, the more likely it is that childhood is forgotten and innocence stolen thread by thread. You are very lucky to have a little sister, even though I am sure sometimes it may not seem like that :) The only interactions I have with little children are when doing summer programs for local kids, and I definitely understand what you mean about the coloring-I think coloring is a lot like the safest way to express how a child feels and thinks and imagines. Kind of like a way to explain to adults and teenagers what is around them but only seen by the children. Anyway, I am so glad you like this. Your honesty and review make this and the rest of my writing so worthwhile! I cannot thank you enough for that.
12 Years Ago
It's not a problem at all and you're very welcome. I'm glad to have my little sister too. I'm a kid .. read moreIt's not a problem at all and you're very welcome. I'm glad to have my little sister too. I'm a kid person, my mom used to say when I was a bit younger, whenever I was a friends birthday party, I'd always stray off and go with the younger toddlers. Kids are always pretty attached to me too. Kids are kids after all, and I love them ahaha. I'm glad that you liked the review, and again, thank you for creating such a wonderful piece
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