Piping Loud

The title comes from the William Blake poem, Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud

Guess I was feeling a little discouraged about the state of things when I picked it. I'll be posting here about children at risk--kids in foster homes, juvenile detention facilities, etc.
On a lighter note, I'll also be writing about children's literature and anything else that comes to mind.