Roses are Red……

T is wanting to be a writer just like his mom. I have told him that he is not allowed his own blog until he is at least 12. But I have this category Written by T and have agreed to post his work.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You’re so sweet

And I love you.




**The above picture is mine taken at Matlock Beach Manitoba last summer**
I wander through streets
littered with debris.
I see children with hollow eyes
scavaging in the gutters.
I see women who have given up hope
who must use their bodies
solely so they can feed their children.
Those same children I watched
catch and kill a rat,
than cook it over an open flame.
I see men
so disillusioned with the world
that the smell of alcohol
seeps from their very pores
as they self-medicate.
Pride has been stripped from the people
dignity has been unraveled
in place a pious disregard
by others in the human race.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
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