The "Barefoot Children"

As a child they raise the compassion, as young people fear and horror as adults they populate our prisons, mental hospitals, treatment and ultimately of our cemeteries.
The young people who are totally emotionally cold sticking down a friend, or throw an unconscious contemporary in the water to drown. has also been a child. So also those who are escaping life by using drugs or other abuse or those who steal and rob both themselves and us.

I know these children, they have lived under my roof and of my care and nutrition.
Many have survived and are today our strong ; “ Dandelion Children”
But many are living with a neglected child with. A child who need to be healed…

I WISH...

I could carry you



All genuine empathy begins with understanding. And the easiest way out is compassion, which is usually perceived as derogatory and reducing. What we do all need to grow is respect for our person, requirement that makes us worthy, love to develop empathy and caring people that confirm us. My thoughts are not only for those who have been abused and as a consequence abuse their own lives in different ways, but also for us the adults who carry an abandoned child within. The pain of life is our heritage and its rise is often to search just in childhood. This basic grief unites us all and gives me hope that many of us can recognize ourselves in what I’m writing about..

I tried to translate this little poem of our famous poet Nils Ferlin but it really does not give justice to his lovely and easy words. It’s lovely just because of its simplicity in which there are so much to find.

I share it anyway.
Also for you to know from where I got the expression when I’m talking about ”Barefoot Children”

Barefoot Children

You lost your words and your piece of paper,
you barefoot children in life.
So you sit back on the dealer's stairs
crying in total despair

What was that word - was it long or short,
was it well or badly written?
Think hard now - before we drive you away,
you barefoot children in life. (Nils Ferlin from ” Barfotabarn”-33)

Our Birthright

Born out of love born to joy
not a human right for that girl and boy
who was just the fruit of a drunkenness
or someone temporary depressed.

The dark shadows of the psyche
became the father not seen not liked
mother's joy was in the glass
your cradle she did not even pass

Still waiting always waiting
everything had to come first
everything was more important than the call
from a child crying in its thirst.

Every time the little grumbled
wounds was bleeding from the adult’s soul
wait.. wait mom will join you
first a drink to fill the hole

The mother looks in her despair
after cuddle blanket .I laid it where?
find so finally the chest in a bottle
drunk wildly till she saw the bottom

Flood was the cry and sent to sleep the pain
so also the mother whose child´s tears was in vain
With the dreams she forgot it all
While the child was still awake, wet and cold

GC

Many adults also need to be lulled to sleep...

For not creating misunderstandings, I want to add;

Yeah, I understand that many of you are thinking primarily of the children who actually go without shoes and with empty stomach and eyes. The children who suffer from hunger and war. I am glad that there are many who work for these groups of children. They are those who primarily need assistance. And the fact that we still 2011 in a world which is rich have children starving and being killed in war is a shame for human kind. It’s unacceptable…

But you can not share the experience you do not have , therefore, I write about the children who have the stomach full, but whose souls are empty. Those who are taking their lives in early teenage, or scream for help by trying. The children who cut themselves or otherwise seek to divert the mental evil. The young people who have to go early on antidepressant medicine to cope getting through the day. Just to mention a few examples. I do not compare pain. I just know that when your stomach is full you easier feel the soul pain. And how to satisfy that kind of hunger?

IT ALL STARTS WITH THE CHILDREN

If we neglect them we have to look for our own inner child as grown up, A much harder task.
We talk about changing the world, about peace, about whipping out the evil and eradicate violence. But to achieve that, the inner child have to be seen,confirmed and loved.
If not. That child, will grow up, and together with other neglected children form injustice system of the society, for generations to come. The outcome of the suffering from within.

We have to confirm our children, not only what we can see but also below the surface We have to find their inner pictures to be able to heal what’s broken.
In order to create a more hopeful society and in its prolongation a better world.

The society can never feel better than its children.