I wish I could go back to that time,
when my mother would smile
the gentle smile that told me,
all is right and well.
Back to that time when I was
young
and loved
and safe.
When we were all safe.
That things change,
that people change
and die,
that we grow older,
that life brings the unexpected,
the unwanted,
oh,
some days it fills me with
a measure of lightness, for
I will be a woman soon.
But other days,
the very thought
of growing older,
of not being that small girl
who danced over river rocks,
whose brothers held her hands,
whose mother lived,
the very thought of it
crushes me,
til it is stopped,
by the world
outside
my memories.
-pgs 80 and 81 of Song of the Sparrow by Lisa Ann Sandell.
Beautiful, isn't it?
when my mother would smile
the gentle smile that told me,
all is right and well.
Back to that time when I was
young
and loved
and safe.
When we were all safe.
That things change,
that people change
and die,
that we grow older,
that life brings the unexpected,
the unwanted,
oh,
some days it fills me with
a measure of lightness, for
I will be a woman soon.
But other days,
the very thought
of growing older,
of not being that small girl
who danced over river rocks,
whose brothers held her hands,
whose mother lived,
the very thought of it
crushes me,
til it is stopped,
by the world
outside
my memories.
-pgs 80 and 81 of Song of the Sparrow by Lisa Ann Sandell.
Beautiful, isn't it?
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- I am a 18 year old girl (United States)
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Tamaska Forsaken : hey! on July 10, 2008i noticed you left a comment on my page, but i only now got it... i know its sad. i'm actually not playing bassoon at the moment, i'm gonna try and pick up the cello. hope you log back in sometime soon!
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Mary Jane. : You NEED to comment on my poems!!!! on February 8, 2008YOU HAVE TO READ ALL 18 OF MY POEMS, THEN COMMENT ON THEM. EVEN THE SUCKY ONES!
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Laughing Astarael : You hate! I suck you! on December 11, 2007Hm. That didn't sound so good when I mixed it around.
Sarah convinced me to make an account - not that I'm going to write any poems, or anything; I'm more of critic than an artist - so here I am.
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Mary Jane. : You Suck! I hate you. on March 30, 2007This author is not great. She sucks. I hate her. That is why she is my best friend. And only I can say that she sucks, because like I said she is my best friend. LOL. I'm jk she is an excellent poet. I hate her from envy really, if I think about it. See I told you I hated her, she makes me think about how much better she is from me, which makes me hate myself. She causes my self-loathing. Thanks a lot Emily!!
