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An Explanation To Haunting Eyes



An Explanation To Haunting Eyes
By John Templin on 08/27/2005
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Some things in life are not that easy to remove;
involvement and consent remain the key.
Thus the children and their plight
shape my memories in the night;
recollections that have not yet set me free.

Children should be protected by adults;
the “small ones” who most often have no say.
They are angels without sin,
and by plan, all must depend
on their elders to protect them night and day.

My job for many years was in the sphere
of defending and protecting those in need.
Some were able on their own
to set their own protective zone
while tiny children were not able to succeed.

All children are the innocents in life;
only with our help can they endure.
Moms and dads (and those like me),
enforce the rules that set them free,
until the youngest and the weakest can mature.

I spent my life protecting those
who needed help to live each day.
Some, because they were too old;
or, children with their lives on hold;
each group, because of age, was someone’s prey.

I have seen first hand the cruelties of man,
the carnage of the scum who threaten all.
I had children of my own …
with God’s grace they now are grown.
Many others died because they were too small.

Too tiny to protect themselves in order to survive,
too weak to push the threatening, strong away.
Among police we had too few;
NEW social workers OVERDUE;
nothing helped the children live another day.

Everyone I know did everything they knew;
they often did more than they thought they could.
Still, in the darkness of the night
I’m ever trapped within my plight-
DOES REMINISCING WITH EACH CHILD DO ANY GOOD?

I am not alone with my ever present nightmares.
I know of those who suffer visions worse than I.
It’s not a matter of who's right;
or, who put up the stronger fight;
IT’S what could that child have been - if it hadn’t had to die?



John F. Templin ©


Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam

© By John Templin On 8/27/2005 3:48:21 PM
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