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Don’t Cry My Children (poem)

Updated on January 17, 2015

Though bright sunny days were swallowed by night

Don’t cry my children don’t cry


And tomorrow appears nowhere in sight

Don’t cry my children don’t cry


Our star in heaven which once burned so bright

A darkness came to claim our hope’s delight

Don’t cry my children don’t cry


Undressed by confusion reason takes flight

My children don’t cry


We turn toward some anger to make things right

My children don’t cry


Awash in sorrow bleak pain is our plight

No signs of relief strange thoughts we ignite

Don’t cry my children don’t cry


From somewhere in the darkness of this rite

Our troubles make a special spark excite

Our heart and soul implore to hold it tight

And with His Grace our struggles we will fight

Till once again we feel the morning’s light

And when I aid my neighbors I’ll recite

Don’t cry my children don’t cry


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      Nancy 3 years ago from California

      It's been awhile since I signed in and when I did so just now, this poem was here for me. I think of my father who left this world in July. And I know that is just what he would say: "Don't cry my children don't cry". Thank you for this. It means very much to me.

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      DJ Anderson 3 years ago

      "He Was Beautiful", such melancholy music...perfect accompaniment for your thoughts. I noticed that you posted this a year and a half ago, yet your words ring true for the crises in the world, today.

      Beautifully written, hauntingly sad.....'till...we feel the morning's light'.


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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      This can truly become a classic! You've captured the moment so well Martin and your words though haunting, ring true.

      Voted up, awesome, beautiful, and interesting.

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 3 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      This is beautiful, well done. I needed this today, thank you, up and sharing.

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      Janhorner 4 years ago

      What an endearing poem, but it reflects how things are and I don't think it will get any better. Brilliantly penned, voted up,


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      Shining Irish Eyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

      Although you may not have penned this outstanding poem for those dear one lost in Conn., it is instantly who I thought of.

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      Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

      Very beautiful. I truly hope that we will be able to conquer the dangers that cause our children to cry.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. Really nice and great music. Passing this on.

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      breakfastpop 4 years ago

      Sadly, if things continue the way they are not just here but all over the world, the children will have plenty of reason to cry.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Each one i read is my favotite at the moment..Beautiful!!!

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      thost 4 years ago from Dublin, Ireland

      Well done Mhatter99, I will vote this gem up.

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      Martin, this is not only beautiful, but inspirational! Touche!

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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Thanks for sharing such a lovely poem.

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      Janis Leslie Evans 4 years ago from Washington, DC

      This poem echoes so much of what is going on all over the world. Thank you for sharing.

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      Verlie Burroughs 4 years ago from Canada

      Martin your poem reads like an old Gospel Hymn, nice beat. Regards, snakeslane