The gossip on the playground
is not done by the kid,
As they all stand in their own little click.
The kids are all off playing
doing their own unique thing.
As the parents
give looks that could kill
Whisper with a snide comment,
about how you look or what you do.
Some of you people
could learn a thing or two,
From the children that call you parent.
Watch how they laugh and play
with that kid, from the family you said was shit
Watch how they dance and sing
as they all walk in.
So the next time you're on the playground
here’s what I think you should do.
Be kind to the mum who looks half-dead,
the one with the kid hanging from her neck.
You don’t know what she has been through.
How would you like it?
what if it happened to you?
Written by: Katie Clarke
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2021 05:13
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Comments4
Too easy for some to point a critical finger and stir divisions. Human nature displaying some of its worst features.... ignorance and just plain nasty people? ..... i don't know.
Thought provoking poetry from you.
Thanks, I have been on the receiving end of those looks. So I wanted to say my piece for the parents who get them too.
Well said Katie...........
thanks
True words katie, we never know the situation that others have in their lives, respect for all should be with us.
Andy
thanks for your comment.
So poignant
You can’t judge the others by sitting afar
Only when you step in shoes of others you realise how hard it was to walk around
Beautifully said. Thank you for your comment 🙂
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