Love and deceit, so carefully combine.
Confusing hearts of the young.
And there’s nothing left to say
when all is said and done.
So where do the children go
when there is nowhere to turn?
What happiness will they enjoy
when they’ve only learn to hurt?
Their days and nights don’t exist.
They only live in years.
What in this world could ever erase
the lingering pain and tears?
Who could possibly know how long
it could really take
to end the children’s broken hearts
from feeling the haunting ache?
God made the children to brighten
your darkest and weariest days.
Yet you continue to destroy them
with your wild and wicked ways.
As I attempt to write a delicate poem,
I’ve one wish to be spoken.
When you’re with the children, remember,
hearts aren’t made to be broken.

3-21-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)