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     A Willing Pen updated 7 months, 2 weeks ago 6Members · 11 Posts
  • A Willing Pen

    May 8, 2020 at 4:48 pm

    Dear mom

    would you please
    lift your face
    only once
    to me
    and smile

    say that I matter
    as a by the way
    believe in me
    only once

    I’ll be grateful
    trust me
    I’m the child
    you once loved
    now alone

    It hurts
    when I see you smile
    to others
    and give that look
    just to me

    Please mom
    just for once
    do it
    and then
    lower your eyes

    My heart breaks
    when you listen
    to my child
    and I realize
    she’s not heard

    can’t you see
    the sweetness
    of a young child
    the innocence
    in her eyes

    There’s a part in me
    that’s still yearning
    will you ever change
    the dream I had
    years back
    is still lingering
    A dream that seems
    so far from reality
    where a mother
    and daughter hold hands
    and look at each other
    it fills me with a feeling
    I never had

    The feeling of a young child
    full of happiness
    and love
    That she can do anything

    Perhaps one day
    I’ll get to see
    The dream I envisioned
    Only this time
    I’ll be at her side

    Holding my child’s hand
    Being there for her
    Like no one’s been there
    for me
    caring for her
    In a way that
    I was never cared for

    As I stand
    Watching my child
    As her eyes
    drift asleep
    Holding my hand tight

    There’s a prayer
    on my lips
    I’m hoping
    that her heart
    feels the warmth
    hoping that she knows
    her true worth
    that she never feels the pain
    that I felt

  • Elisheva Halle

    May 10, 2020 at 2:54 am

    Wow! A feeling shared by many today- this poem truly highlights it

  • riva pomerantz

    May 10, 2020 at 1:25 pm

    I can’t. This is so poignant, so true, so resonant for so many children who lived and still live with that emptiness in their hearts and who dedicate themselves to ensuring that their own children never know that gaping, hungry hole.

    This is absolutely a masterpiece, Lovetowrite. Wow! Keep it coming!!

  • A Willing Pen

    May 10, 2020 at 6:07 pm

    Thank you!!

  • Kayla-Oppenheimer

    May 28, 2020 at 1:54 am

    This poem is written so movingly, Lovetowrite.  I like how you’re talking to your mother in your head but in reality, you want her right beside you. The yearning  that this poem engenders, at the beginning there is a grief for the loss of love. By the end of the poem, the yearning has turned to hope and knowledge that the love you never received will be passed on to your child.

    The longest stanza (the 8th stanza)  which is in the centre of the poem has this feel that you are spilling out all your hopes and dreams for what you wanted and always dreamt and still dreaming. It feels like a gushing river as the words come tumbling out on to the page all in one breath.

    I love the last two stanza watching your child sleep, hand entwined and there is a sense that you have come full circle, a certain acceptance for what you didn’t receive but a gladness in your heart on what you willingly give with all your heart.

    The poem resonated so strongly with me.

  • A Willing Pen

    May 28, 2020 at 3:35 am

    Wow Kayla Thank you so much for your response!  I’m amazed by how accurately you read between the lines!!!

    I actually started writing this a few months ago. At the time I was exactly as you described, grieving and wanting things to be differently. I only added the rest of it-6th stanza and on recently.

    And yes I can finally say that I’m up to the point where I am full of hope and I’m able to (try at least) to give with all my heart.


  • Fayge Y.

    May 31, 2020 at 1:46 pm

    Wow. There is so much powerful stuff here. This post, this forum.

  • Kayla-Oppenheimer

    June 2, 2020 at 12:07 am

    My pleasure, Lovetowrite. The poem resonated with me, and I, too, have been through the grief process of yearning for the love that couldn’t be given. There is something special and heartwarming to be able to pass on love to ones child, as you say it does eventually fill the holes in our hearts.

  • A Willing Pen

    June 3, 2020 at 3:19 pm

    Oh Yes!!

  • Esther

    June 3, 2020 at 4:42 pm

    There’s something magnetic about that poem.  Each line made me have to read that next line.  You just drew me in, I felt the pain and the lack and the gaping void and it was just so…sad, but not in a depressing way.  Like, you are using your suffering to lift you up, not letting it drag you down.

    I liked how there was no obvious rhyme or structure, for this piece I think that the freestyle brings out the best in it.

  • A Willing Pen

    June 4, 2020 at 2:54 am

    Thank you Esther!!  I appreciate that!!

    Yes!! It doesn’t come easily but that’s what I’m aiming for. To use everything I’ve been through to become a better person.



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