Mandated Reporter

child's bike

Abandoned by the side of the congested street

It was well used, faded red streamers ensnared in rusted handlebars

whipping in the wind as if trying to capture freedom

This child’s toy, a delicate identity,

defined innocence and demanded notice

discarded among overgrown shrubs and broken windows

Careful observation of the world to which I belong

tells stories I sometimes wish to ignore –  still, I resist the urge

to hide from sorrow and rebel against injustice one page at a time

Oh, open heart, if you are my sin,

grant me the power to find my voice so I may

make a difference, one child at a time



photo: Flickr

prompts: AshVerse, VerseReversal

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    1. I think so. I loved that age with my kids. I drove past an abandoned tricycle on my way to work (school) this morning, although it was not a dark scene like in the poem. Children’s toys can represent so many things and it breaks my heart to think of any child suffering.

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