Tired and happy Expressions on their faces When parents first hold their babies Clad in hospital dresses
But in the same hospital there is another A couple, fighting, hours after How are we going to feed her With the rest of our children?
At the back of the same building In the shadows at night Is a mother leaving Her child behind
Fast forward, 10 years later A boy who only wears long sleeves in the summer He does this to hide all his bruises Given to him by his father
In 5 more years A girl who spends all her time outside and away So she doesn’t have to face her parents Who are intoxicated, violent – drunk all day
10 years more He continues to wear his sleeves long Because even though the marks on his arms have faded away The scars in his heart, forever remain
Another 5 years She now has 2 children from “sleeping around” Who she’s too busy to look after; She can barely look after herself
What will happen in another decade? The boy, now man Will he treat his children the same way?
The girl, now woman Will she return home inebriated Day after day?
I’m not saying that these outcomes are final But it often happens since children learn by example They may do the same as their parents And end up hurting other people
So before you have children please remember The profound impact you can have on another I implore, do not forget The courage to raise a child, before it ends in pain and regret
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Like fingerprints on glass Damage done To what extent Is a question unasked
Some hands leave marks Others mar And also cracks That rip through the glass
The worst of all Are those who shatter The delicate material Into a thousand pieces
Oh how I wonder The damage inflicted How broken a person’s glass is A telling indication
Part 2. This time about how parents can inflict grievous physical and mental harm to their children that can have lasting impact.
The use of glass as a metaphor for children is inspired by a quote found in a book: The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. See below.
“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”