Through the eyes of a child


At the keyhole listening,
the grownups not aware.
Problems discussed,
the little girl heard all.

This secret kept locked inside,
a little heart beating fast,
no one to confide in,
a heavy burden to carry.

Mummy and Daddy worried,
monthly wages not enough,
into debts with no choice,
money-lenders a new word learned.

Forgetting sometimes, she asks
for toys in the shop windows.
Each time she hides her tears,
never letting on her sadness.

The little girl understood,
With no money you get shunned.
Uniforms and field trips cost money,
She cannot join the Girl Guides.

Uniform faded with many washes,
hems let out, she has outgrown it.
Teachers without regard,
punishes and embarrasses her.

Two slices of bread with margarine,
A breakfast to last until lunch.
The bell rings for recess,
However hungry, she tells no one,

Home is her safe haven,
However much the worry of money,
she knows she is safe and loved,
by parents who try hard to provide.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

6 thoughts on “Through the eyes of a child”

    1. Thank you for such a positive feedback. The hard knocks along the way has taught me that money isn’t everything, love is.


    1. I am sorry it brought back sad memories for you. It was part of my childhood too being poor but not reaching poverty level yet. One part of me that can never forget is the teachers not caring and looking at me but not seeing me.


      1. Oh…don’t be sorry…I am good…I try really hard to honor all the places I have been…even the really hard ones 🙂 Yes…I can imagine the way you felt…I had a few very good teachers who actually had compassion and tried to help me. Then there was one who KNEW my family situation and took advantage of it in ways that are pretty much unspeakable! I have thought of confronting him for years now, since I’ve been healing, but it scares me to my core! Thanks for sharing a piece of you…and I hope you are washed in love’s healing light! ♡

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