My Child, My Friend Poem by Renee Marie

My Child, My Friend



Listen, my child, and your ears shall be filled.
Tell, my friend, and your words shall be heard.
Seek and perhaps you will gain or prosper from your findings.
Do not keep secrecy for your findings should be known among others so that they too may prosper.

Acknowledge the things you see for you shall be able to speak freely your feelings.
Meditate in yourself for you are one of a kind.
Abandon evil for you shall live in eternal peace.
My child, my friend, heed what I have said;
keep yourself pure always for you are just a seedling and I love you.

© Reneé Marie
1972

Monday, June 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: child,childhood ,friend,innocence,listen
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem while babysitting for a neighbor who was a self-disclosed prostitute funding her heroine addiction. I was about 12 years old. Little Tonya was not even a year old. I used a Crow Quill ink pen and hand wrote it on a very bright, neon-pink poster board. The Mother was so pleased that she bought a frame for it and there it hung on her Daughter's bedroom wall just above her crib. (Lakewood Projects, around 1972,1843-C North Main Street, Waterbury, CT)
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Renee Marie

Renee Marie

Danbury, CT USA
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