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I The Child
Margaret High
I Born and raised on Bell Island off the east coast of Newfoundland, Canada. Daughter of an iron ore miner and a stay-at-home-mom. Moved to Cambridge, Ontario at age 16. Married at 19 and now have two children, two grand-children, and one great-grand-child. Always loved to compose verses for family and friends, but being illiterate, never pursued it seriously until a poem was submitted to the National Library of Poetry and received the Editor's Choice Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry in 1999. Continues to write inspirational poetry, often personalized for specific occasions. Joined Grand River Toastmasters to improve speech and learn how to recite poems in front of audiences. Received Toastmaster Competent Communicator and Leadership Awards. Served as Vice President of Public Relations. Poems have been published in The Downhome Magazine, as well as local newspapers and The Canadian Center for Abuse Awareness magazine. Self-published first poetry book, Heartstrings, in 2008. Just finished a second book of poetry Titled …”Newfoundland and Labrador Interesting Facts and Me Mudders Old Ditties and Sayings” , This book is a collection of Poems and facts about the People , History , the Culture and Customs of the beautiful Island of Newfoundland . Currently working on first novel based on an incident on Bell Island , Newfoundland Canada ,in 1978.  
By Margaret High
Published on 01/10/2012
I wrote this poem to give the child a voice There is still so much abuse in the world . I can only hope this poem will give the abuser some insight as to the inpact on the effect on their abuse

I The Child

I The Child


I...The child born of innocence

Brought forth by seeds of love

Not of violence or the taking

But as a gift from God above


I... The child who’s eyes can see

Eyes of parental love looking in mine

Not of lust, desire, or incest

But of blessing, and gratitude combined


I...The child who’s ears can hear

Sounds that are soft and kind

Not harsh, loud, or spiteful

But of teaching, nurturing, refined


I...The child who’s lips can speak

Coos, until words are formed

Not to be enticed with false promises

But to choose words to inform


I...The child who’s heart can feel

Giving it freely, without fear

Not to be abused or broken

But to protect and hold it dear


I...The child who’s body will grow

Developing, in a healthy way

Not to be used for gratification

But to be respected, not to display


I...The child am a gift to you

To be a part of all mankind

Respect me, nurture me, and love me

Like the brightest star....I will shine


I The Child

Written by Margaret High