Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 39 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Nobody's Child - Poem by Scarlett Treat

A little bit of myself
Is left, to drift aimlessly,
Like a withered summer leaf
Falling from a naked tree,
To be picked up,
And floated about
On a stray autumn breeze.

I'm nobody's child anymore.
My Mother and Father have gone,
Severed from their earth ties,
Leaving me here, alone,
To face life's trials.

But what they gave me
Has stayed here in their place...
Bits of their hearts, and minds,
The strength that is in me.

I have the look of my Father,
The wisdom of my Mother.
And as I ponder this,
I finally realize - - -
I am not truly alone.

Comments about Nobody's Child by Scarlett Treat

  • (7/30/2007 10:04:00 AM)

    Scarlett, the title reminded me of an old song I used to like by the same name. This beautiful poem made it ring in my ear again. Although loved ones are gone so long as their memory lives within us they are not truly gone. They only pass when there is no memory of them. A very poignant piece here. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend.
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  • Ernestine Northover (7/25/2007 1:15:00 PM)

    Lovely poem Scarlett. I feel the same sometimes, as both my parents have gone and of course, also, Anthony. I do have my Sister still and of course the children and grandchildren, but somehow the links with the old days have gone now. Sad but one can only go forward now and treasure the memories.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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  • (7/24/2007 4:04:00 PM)

    that is a brillant wise piece Scarlett......the first read makes you think how sad your are for the lose of both parents......but you end it with a hopeful vision: O) (Report) Reply

  • (7/24/2007 2:38:00 PM)

    I like this a lot, Scarlett, for its pure sentiment. I would lose the last 'Nobody's child' - I think it's redundant, IMO. Maybe rework that last verse so it's more powerful and clearly stated. Also...check your dictionary regarding 'wither'. Otherwise, your poem made me miss my dad...and made me feel lucky that I still have Mama around to bug me. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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