Felt so small,
So scared...
Tiny in his arms.
How could this man,
Who said he loved me,
Be...
My father? ?
Love?
I think not!
Felt so small,
Hidin in the closet,
Felt sooo small,
So scared.
Wanted to help,
But what could I do,
Felt so small.
Could never trust,
Could never dare.
April 9,1992
A poem by Dee Daffodil (H.W)
That was way heartfelt, it sucks how adults think kids won't remember things when they get older, it's funny because I do remember all the stuff that happened when I was little, all the fights, the yelling. Everything. Great work, Rissa: -)
I remember feelings like this when I was a child... I was scared shitless of my father. dan
Dee..small we are and small we will always be...but with better answers; -) ...'who knows, someday, some way, the worst thing could yield the best in almost anything'...and here you are, I think I'm right...nice poem my friend
You felt so small inside his loving embrace... Inside his and your own heart was a well deeply special loving place. He was special by your love so close... He loved you best, he loved you most. Your father loved to keep you in thought... He to you gave life lessons, lovingly taught. His love for you thru your mother... Brought you to be, not any other. A loving father protects those that he cherishes... He keeps all close and safe, Like well cared for, maintained expensive sports car, carriages. You cannot put a price on the one he does so love... all these facts are shown, from up above. That was a good poem that you wrote. a ten. God bless-Michael Jeffrey Gale.
Thank you for your comment on my new poem! I know this one isn't new for you, but I think it's one of my favorites...so far that is. Let me get back to reading your poems, I've got a lot to go =)
Felt so small, So scared... Tiny in his arms. How could this man, Who said he loved me, Be... My father? ? Love? I think not! Felt so small, Hidin in the closet, Felt sooo small, So scared. Wanted to help, But what could I do, Felt so small. the poet makes wonders in words andc raft
This poem has so many interpretations, it is a bit of a mystery... -chuck
A truly heart-rendering write. It sounds wrong to describe such a piece as finely-written given its subject matter. But it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Children are so much more aware than people give them credit. I'm always amazed (and horrified) when I see people treat their kids like they don't have feelings or like they won't remember what's going on when their older anyway... Very good job giving those kids a voice Dee. Sincerely, mary