Look back down the years
My childhood years
Am I that little girl
Wearing braids with nails bitten
Down to the quick
Yes it is I yes
Feeling I am from another
Place
A planet far far away
Perhaps a star
A bright star it’d be
Shining brighter than other
Stars
I came from there
I don’t belong here
My family sits around
Grandmother’s table
Gathers every Sunday
One o’clock sharp
For Sunday dinner
Dare not be late
My family talks expresses opinions
Don’t often agree seldom laugh
They love me
I know this I know this
They love me but do not
Know me
They love me but cannot feel
Who I am
I feel who I am
I am different inside
Myself
I have tantrums
Want what cannot be
Given
Want the warmth
Of hugs of arms around me
Words
I love you you’re okay
My family loves me
Love that needs to learn
To express itself
Some generations grow up
With silent love
Silent love unexpressed
Silent
I need love expressed
In words in demonstrative
Ways
So I cry I scream
Bite a crystal glass
Of water
Mother holds to my lips
No one can understand
This child
Forty years go by
We talk on the phone
Long distance now
I am here they are there
My love for them
Needs expression
I begin to say
As our conversations
End
I love you I love you
Many months go by
Then
I hear it
I love you
It becomes the way we say
Goodbye
(written: June 29, 2015)
*photo credit
Love was never in short supply at your house. Love you! Rob
oh wendy, you are becoming the voice of our age. our time. so eloquent the little girl with the braids and the bitten nails down to the quick.
Another wonderful poem, Wendy. <3