When She Was But A Child Poem by Sylvia Lukeman

When she was but a child
Grown ups had already
Dismissed her
As a child who did not listen
And tears glistened
When they called her
Absent in mind.

But why should she listen
When they barked
Their orders at her
And named her
Disobedient one

But her thoughts invited her
Into so many pastures new
And she would capture them
Onto secret pages
And hid them who knew where
Yet no one looked,
No one cared.


And oh these secret jottings
Were to become poetry
By this thought full young woman
So oft dismissed as
Child without obedience
Oh how much these grownups missed.