she handed me an echo
downcast
a guarded glimpse
winding
it grew vines
from the etchings on
her wrists
so many years of me
unwrapped
I heard her sigh
it wavered in her sails
a plea to meet
my eyes
through her open window
she burned rivers of her own
she couldn't know in all her smoke
the words that I
had thrown
or how many moons
the same I rocked her by
in sickles and reflections
crying
singing
she and I
somewhere beneath her feathers
on the paper where she cries
hope is a hemorrhaging
ocean
that salts this flesh of mine
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Author:
Heather T (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was a direct response to the first \\\"grownup\\\" poem my daughter ever shared with me. It was truly sacred, happening during a stormy period after she had first revealed her scarred arms to me. She is an amazing poetess.
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Comments6
This is beautiful. Pain is invisible if you don't know where to look. The last line fits perfectly, and it's nice all around. Thank you for this, may you and your daughter be well.
P.S.
Your daughter is an amazing poetess? She obviously got that from you.
Thank you, Nicholas. What you said about pain is truth. She healed beautifully and has been well for a good long while now.
I'm glad to hear it.
Very deep poem. Awesome writing. Thanks for sharing.
I appreciate you so much, thank you.
Always welcome
Heather, the way I understand it this is your poem you wrote as a response to your daughter's poem, right?
It is beautiful, a poem only a gifted poet and loving mother could write. Thank you for sharing.
Yes, you understood correctly. She started writing when she was really little, but she hadn't shared with mom since she had gotten a bit older. She was 14 when she let me read again. She's turning 18 soon. Thank you for reading.
Your works are always my favorite to read...true talent!!
Aw, that means much! You're the sweetest, Miss Amanda.
Supreme writing - this is so special - a great piece of work.
Thank you, dear Michael. That's special, coming from someone so gifted 😊
This is a very amazing poem!!! (If you will please tell her that for me.) You must be very proud of your daughter. Thank you for sharing this! 🙂
I think I confused everyone! This poem is my response to my daughter's. I wish I had her permission to post her writing. She's very gifted at age 17. Thank you!
I misunderstood, but thank you for correcting me. 🙂
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