a child (poem)

i grew up in a home

a home cushioned from the impact

the outside world could have

 

i grew up thinking

that anyone

and everyone

would love

me for me

 

i was a child

a child who spent days

dancing under clouds

 

hiding in my tree

observing the waves

embrace the shore

peeking through

the protecting branches

 

every so often

climbing as high as i could go

watching the others pretend

to push friends into the waves

laughing

loving

 

i grew up in a home

a home cushioned from the impact

the outside world could have

 

i grew up thinking

that anyone

and everyone

would love

me for me

 

i was a child

a child who let my pencil

waltz across my notepad

 

writing anything and everything

that made an entrance in my mind

wondering why i wasn’t the same

 

i was a child

a child that ran away

from my demons

ran as far as my lungs

and legs could carry me

 

i used to giggle to myself in class

kids not understanding

how to write properly

whereas i

would close my eyes

a whole captivating plot cultivating

 

i grew up in a home

a home cushioned from the impact

the outside world could have

 

i grew up thinking

that anyone

and everyone

would love

me for me

 

i used to hang my head low

kids asking why i hung out in trees

wrote ‘for fun’

little did they know

i would be the worldly, creative one

the one composing written art

 

they would be the ones

wishing to be everything they weren’t

worldly, creative

a composer

 

i grew up thinking

that anyone

and everyone

would love

me for me

 

i grew up in a home

a home cushioned from the impact

the outside world could have

 

 

Just a poem I wrote for an English assignment.

I’m not entirely sure what the real meaning for this poem is, it’s kind of all over the place. It’s a nostalgic poem about when I was little and always a bit different and not understanding why, but it ends up being beneficial in the future. My dad always told me that I’d be grateful when I’m older and (I hate to say it) but he was definitely right.

 

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8 thoughts on “a child (poem)

  1. I recall the times when you would argue about being the ‘only one who was expected to write’ – but look at you now, girl! You are such a beautiful writer, poet, musician, athlete, artist… LOVE YOU TO BITS, FROM HERE TO THE MOON AND BACK! XOXOXO

  2. Dear Claire

    Thank you for sharing this very endearing and intriguing piece.

    I love you for you! I remember your movements, always deliberate, but soft, NOT RECKLESS; as in “Under the clouds,” but not grabbing at them, not challenging them. You always had that, “Live and let live” ethic in you.

    Not only were you very knowledgable and bright, you also had the art and grace of one who had the skill of noticing, with reflection and curiosity; but in my experience with you, although you didn’t miss any sharp edges, not with harsh judgement. And you still have these attributes! And you still bring me great “Claire Joy” when you share them with me from time to time.

    I am looking very forward to our time together in Australia, and am very intrigued about the music you and your siblings will be gracing us with. Now there is a space where you may feel protected, but in my observation are beautifully connected to the magic of the arts and music, and indeed that same assumptive and noticing disposition that has always been you, which automatically enriches and enhances the experience of those around you.

    I was the adult next door who grew up with you, knowing protection was available to you should you need it. And I could not help but notice the style of that protection was not isolation, but engagement.

    For me as the adult next door, you helped me to think I must be OK, surrounded by such joy, insight, kindness and love, from the girl next door!

    And I thank YOU for that, because it was not only who you were, but how you were who you were that made the difference. To use your ideas, I loved you for “who you were”, and continue to love you for not only for “who you are”, but also for, how you are who you are!

    Love and warmest hugs, Frances

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