Gyppo wrote: ↑
Sat Aug 03, 2019 4:08 am
Sometimes, Deb, a thing needs to be said
, to escape from the confines of your own brain. Things like this don't care if they're not the most eloquent or well crafted. They just want to get out and run about for a while. It's good for them.
And, as a consequence, good for you.
Now it's out on the page the young girl has more room to run around.
Technically I'm not sure the weird layout adds anything of value. Trust the words to do the job.
The mirthful child and slender young girl still is
She lives within me now,
beneath the layers of flesh and bone and life
The child no longer exposed
Years of sorrowful wisdom entrenched the heart
with each emerging love and devastating loss
Optimistic, embraced in naiveté
The little girl that carefully collected flowers for Mommy
hoping for a smile and approval
scolded for bringing weeds into the house
still collects wildflowers
The daughter abandoned and rejected by four fathers,
the second and longest-lasting, twice
at ages 1, 11, 18, and 29.
Is there something wrong with me or all those he’s?
The big sister who at 11, was forced apart
from her two-year-old brother and six-year-old sister
cries for the years they'll never capture
The granddaughter who brought joy and laughter to her grandparents
received more than she knew. Gifts of gatherings,
gumption, sapience, astuteness, traditions, and their love,
she’d listened more, stayed longer, arrived earlier,
The outgoing, talkative friend, up for almost anything,
who can pick up where we left off,
laughing, crying, singing,
The untrained mother who loves her sons with a depth and breadth
of love she never realized possible, worries, what, if any phobias or damage she imparted
or if she made them ready enough for the world.
She wonders if they'll ever realize that their lives saved hers.
The woman who couldn’t trust or dare not believe in a man’s love,
fell in love with a patient man
Her demons heaped upon his back
Even though she knows she is loved
Their love tested with the betrayals,
downs, and ups of married life over 27 years,
The writer who fails to effectively articulate
overwhelming feelings that cascade upon her,
begin to engulf and drown her soul
Her carefree spirit somehow
The mirthful, slender child still is.
She lives within me now, beneath the flesh and bones and life.