‘The Cry of our Children’ is simply a marvelous collection of poems, full of emotions and feelings in one book by poet Ruth Andrews. Though the writer has dedicated her book to motherhood and child- mother relation, this book has poem for all, and each poem is sure to touch the strings of heart equally for anyone who reads them. Poet Ruth Andrews ‘The Cry of our Children’ is a perfect weave of realistic, emotional thoughts and experiences on paper in simple, straightforward language making it easy for readers to enjoy and connect with short, multi-genre topics in the book. Though the book has more than 60 poems, some of her personal favourites are ‘Without Border’, ‘The Cry of our Children’, ‘King Solomon’s Beauty’, ‘Loved my Body’, ‘Women in the Mirror’, ‘Color Me’, ‘Healing Touch’, and many others. This lovely book is highly recommend to all, esp. to youngsters because the language is simple and easy to read (different from complicated, lengthy, traditional poems) and has a poem for all moods, situations and different phases of life. This book can be read in one go without much hassle to understand and figure out the feel and idea behind each poem!
About the Poet Ruth Andrews is a registered nurse, passionate poet, mother and United Way volunteer. She was born in Belize and migrated to New York at the age of eighteen. After studying nursing, she worked for emergency room section until starting her family. Having both natural and chosen children, it was the challenges and emotional struggles that gave birth to many of her poems. Ms. Garnes believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, and for this purpose, many of her poems are written.
A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation
God made the world for you and me Let us go travel discover and see Beautiful Oceans,Rivers, and Lakes Deserts, Jungles and Valleys of green Animals of a variety you have never seen Flowers will dance in a fairy way
My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt
Black skin glows Tough and toxic we are, The strength of the horse attached to the hoe of the earth. The black head is far from light, he said. The squirrel hole you should probe Our hunchback distinct theirs, Which
The peaceful night The stars and the moon The wind sea The stargazing.. How lovely is it? Away from busy city,people and noise. Only you and nature. You feel peace in heart. Peace in mind. Deep inside we all long