Tell Them

Tell Them

Tell them I love them tell them I care

Tell them I always want to be there

Tell them I miss them and want to play

Tell them I hate this being away

I miss the cuddles and playing the fool

I miss the picking them up from school

Tell them I hate this being apart

And how much it breaks my heart

Tell them I’m crying real tears

And I feel it will go on for years

Tell them of the tears in my eyes

Every time I say goodbye

And as I cry for many miles

As I think of their smiles

Because I am not sure when

I will see them again

Yeah tell them I am a really nice man

Of that I am sure you can

Tell them that you still care

But it is better without me there

And there was nothing that I could do

As the decision was down to you

I am sorry if I am sounding sour

But I am writing at a late hour

And I am lying on my bed alone

When I’d rather be at home

But I don’t have a home 

And I’m feeling very sad

Because I have just lost everything I had

I just have some photo’s

 hanging on my wall

and that’s not enough

Not enough at all

This poem represents much of where I feel many things start to go wrong in the lives of children. This can be where insecurities, self-doubt and many social disorders are formed. I had this put up at a primary school in Banbury many years ago

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School Days

At school children criticise the short, the fat the thin

And don’t take time to realise the feelings some have within

It is easy to compliment instead of causing pain

And this will help their confidence when they’re at school again

So no matter what colour, shape or size, or if its glasses that they wear

Make it a school exercise to show someone you care

Dave Earle

I wrote it I was thinking about a family whose children were suffering due their quarreling parents.

Tears on their pillows

Who is to blame for the hurt and the pain

What do our children have to gain

How much pain to a tender heart

When things start to fall apart

Tears on their pillows as the light goes out

Pain in their hearts as you begin to shout

It’s how they feel but you fail to see

Only you can end their misery

Children have eyes with which they see

But don’t understand how it’s meant to be

When they grow up they may be the same 

And keep on playing your selfish game

Get on or move on put things right

Don’t let your children see you fight

Let your children enjoy their youth

Talk together and face the truth

Can you see the pain they feel inside

Can you see what they’re trying to hide

Or their tears as they cry alone in their beds

Do you get the hint when their eyes are red

Put your hand on your heart and go on to say

This is how we want things to stay

Ask your selves are you being fair

Is this right do we really care

Tears on their pillows as the light goes out

Pain in their hearts as you begin to shout

It’s how they feel but you fail to see

Only you can end their misery

Dave Earle

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