From hands that fed me as a child,
Now hands scorch my lips.
From hands that held mine in laughter,
Now hands press my neck.
Have I changed that much?
She called me dearest once,
Now I am a jinx.
She wanted my words in childhood,
Now silence is all she craves.
She wanted me to smile always,
Now she doesn't even care about my tears.
She wanted me, cry when I was hurt so she could comfort me
Now she calls my tears, drama..
Have I changed that much?
I still search for the warmth once felt, For the brush of your hand,
The soft cradle of your arms.
Just for once...
Just for once,
Can I lie in your lap, let my tears fall,
And tell you how shattered I am?
How lonely and helpless I feel?
Just for once,
Can I be the infant you loved back then?
Just for once,
Can I see love in your eyes for me?
Just for once, please.
I promise I won't ask again....
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Author:
antra.coree (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everytime I read I feel more pain....
- Category: family
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Comments2
Parental responsibility to a point since the child came because of you, out of you, of you and you set the pattern they learned by and even latter controlled their friends or maybe should have. Is this child not a piece of you in miniature? I hear the pain in this poem of not feeling accepted or even wanted.
Thank you for such a thoughtful comment.
I wish I could tell you that the child in the poem is fictional...
You are most welcome remember that we all do the best we can under the circumstances and holding rancor only harms us.
Quite moving!
Thanks
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