Cheryl is a published poet who has won awards for her work. She enjoys sharing her perspective in rhyme.
He deals with so much that he cowers in shame
He“s never seen his father and doesn’t know his name
His friends go home after school but he lives in a shelter
He feels as if his life has become Helter Skelter
He has trouble reading and can barely write
He cries himself to sleep each and every night
No computer or cellphone no name brand shoes
Everything he owns is hand me down, second hand and used
He’s bullied been assaulted and verbally abused.
His life in one constant tale of the blues
He will grow up and try to forget his past but
Like others his childhood pain most likely will last.
© 2019 Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on September 14, 2019:
Thank you so much. Your words are encouraging.
Lorna Lamon on September 12, 2019:
This is a wonderful poem that I am sure many can relate to. The trauma of childhood can stay with someone forever, unless they receive the help they need.
Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on September 12, 2019:
Cheryl, magnificently said and truthful all the way. It is not anything anyone would want to brag about unless they had an early childhood "spiritual experience" to keep them from despair. Thanks for sharing it, It made me look back over my life to see what happened that I overcame even before my about three year New Birth experience.
Although I only experience a small portion, I knew my dad and never live in a shelter I didn't experience, I know the ridicule "impoverished" children go through. You hit the nail squarely on the head. However, because of some "country boy" childhood experiences I encountered that led me to enjoy being alone rather than spending time with two sisters and two brothers, I was able to rise above the feeling of despair.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on September 11, 2019:
Such a great poem. I could feel his pain and picture his life.
Sad this happens, but it will hopefully make him stronger.