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.

T

 

Forgotten

**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