Vanessa, Vanessa - Poem by Tessa Hanson
Vanessa, Vanessa, oh what do to do, sometimes I think I may get through to you, and other times time I wonder is there is any where to get through.
I can’t hold your hand but I can try to understand what it is your walking through. Sometimes I feel as I am walking bare foot and you’re not wearing any shoes. I think I see progress but then the day moves on to the next, I think I can always predict what to expect. You used to listen to everything I’d say then one day you went your own way, and I am trying to accept it. You are your own woman and I’m trying to respect it. But guess what little girl as grown as you may be, you will always be a part of me and while you are not my responsibility, I feel I have the time and the ability, to channel in to wherever you go wherever you may be, don’t ever think you have lost me. Because I am the bug inside you the mosquito on your skin, I am the dandruff from your hair floating in the wind. Whether you like it or not through all of these years I have imbedded my heart and words in to your ears. So when you feel that feeling like someone is watching you’re ever step, it’s me sister I never left.
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