I wish I had known earlier that a child should not suffer from the brokenness of their parents.
Intergenerational trauma, where the hardships experienced by previous generations are transferred to their offspring, is a saddening reality that has far-reaching effects on the psychological health of children.
Furthermore, the cultural notion of “debt of gratitude” can be problematic when it results in excessive expectations of children to repay their parents, irrespective of their financial means or personal circumstances. This can have a profound impact on the child’s development and their ability to create their own life path.
The suffering of children at the hands of their parents’ past experiences is a poignant issue that warrants attention and care. These young, impressionable minds are not to be held accountable for their parents’ hardships, which they had no control over. One influencer aptly remarked that children should not be treated as monetary sources for their parents and that they deserve the opportunity to lead their own lives once they reach adulthood.
These things inspired me in crafting the poem below. 😊🤗
Though I was young and unaware,
You came at me with anger and flare.
You knew not that I was still to grow,
You knew not that your actions caused me woe.
I, a child, who could not grasp your pain,
I, a child, who could not understand your disdain.

I did not cause the hurt you bore,
I did not cause the pain that you saw.
Please, do not blame me for your past,
Please, do not punish me for your scars.
The hurt that your parents inflicted on you,
The hurt that you endured, I cannot claim,
The pain you felt, I cannot take the blame.
Your words and hands, they both caused me pain,
Some healed with time, others linger on in vain.

She did not care when I was just a child,
She knew your abuse, yet she took your side.
I don’t want your anger, do not blame me
For the hurt your parents caused, I was too young to see.
The past is done, please do not punish me,
When I was but a child, how could I be to blame?

No longer am I but a child,
I will not repeat the mistakes you hide
Not as I did, my children will not suffer,
For to show them love, I will offer
I will be gentle with my words and hands,
I vow to turn your hate and anger like a sand

Thank God I can heal from the past,
the pain will no longer last
For I have learned that love
is the utmost way to survive
with love I will forgive
so that in love I will live
the foundation of a happy home
is the love of Christ alone,
so I shall build love in my heart’s room
Love will be my home

“Love does not give up. Love is kind. Love is not jealous. Love does not put itself up as being important. Love has no pride. 5 Love does not do the wrong thing. Love never thinks of itself. Love does not get angry. Love does not remember the suffering that comes from being hurt by someone. 6 Love is not happy with sin. Love is happy with the truth. 7 Love takes everything that comes without giving up. Love believes all things. Love hopes for all things. Love keeps on in all things. 8 Love never comes to an end…” 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 ❤️💙🤍🧡💚💖💕💞💗
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