A Child Upon The Doorstep Weeps Comments

Not bad for a beginner

A child, ignored from passers-by, lonely tears play alone within, With litter as the flowers, She cries out for her mother But on deafened ears it falls. Neglected and abused, And never tasted love. These are the points which i collected from your poem after reading it carefully.. Sadness, i felt like weeping with the child. childhood should be filled with wonderful and sweet memories…. But…..your poem indicates the struggles and pains of so many dear ones here on the earth. Thank you dear poet. tony

Verily, a heart touching poem, There are so many who grow up on roadside without anyone's love, only God is their guardian.....10

Hello Andrew this is a very moving poem beautifully written well done

well pitiful depiction of a weeping child reflects your inner core of heart and its softness.thank you for sharing

This is a truly moving poem, Andrew. Very well written, as always. I believe that child abuse and child neglect are among the saddest of conditions on earth to witness and you have captured that feeling in this work. A great write indeed, my friend. Richard

Andrew, I have read this before, and commented as well, but I feel so strongly in regurds to your vivid imagery that has become a world wide epodemic, that I feel it is worth my while to comment once again, you have managed to bring this to core of the heart of the reader filled with so many colours of sadness and pity, this is trully one of your better writes, my friend...... You are one special writter indeed..... Excelent! ! ! PLUS......

Very strong and cutting poem, with intensity of message and emotions conveyed. Remarkable.10++++++++++

I liked the imagery with this.

Another good poem that so well describes this child's plight....... Ruth

You have described so well a childs life, but it is also a reflection of life today, for many thousands of people as well. It is ironical, because those terraced houses you describe where built in the industrial revolution to bring bring poor people from the countryside to work in towns and cities, so they can work in mines and factories. Today they are the deprived areas of the UK and the rich people commute from the countryside to work. Brilliant poem Andrew.

You paint a vivid picture and send a powerful message. I admire your use of contrast to bring across more penetrating images. Well done.

The whole of heart and soul is weeping....child abuse is strongly condemned and punished though it continues to happen...your words give the reader immense sorrow...

An elegy for a winter child painted in gray and white. Beautifully composed. Your title is especially poignant. God is counting those tears. Warmest regards, Sandra

Sorrowful poems about animals and children always tug at my heartstrings. You have a way of creating images that vividly show the child as being neglected and crying out for love. Progress hasn't stopped this happening. Masterfully written Andrew. 10 Karin Anderson

A very sad, but necessary write unfortunatly... AND you can apply this to any given street in any given town in any given state/country... Your imagery is so vivid, that you can see such a pittifull visual..... Very intence write, and enjoyed it as always, my friend....

This one really pulls at the heart strings Andrew. Sad to say that this even happens today, and in this country. Very well expressed indeed. Great imagery. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

There is something quite Dickensian about your description Andrew. The portrait you paint so sensitively is keenly observed and beautifully crafted. This writer is moved to pick up the wee mite and take her home. Such a sad little poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

A child upon the doorstep weeps But none who can her tears sweep! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! CP

A very sad scene you have painted here Andy, it really touched my heartstrings, well written as always, 10 Lynda xx