girl-fishingMy feet were always too big for vintage shoes
granny said
girl you’re outgrowing your ancestors
measured my 1980’s girth with pokered face
disgracing corselet historians with modern gait
I never was the black-eyed-girl of my father’s heart
his own ungainly DNA bore him a chip off the old block
who knew his self-loathing would rub free like lint
on the broad shoulders of imperfect kin
you’ve no delicacy in your frame girl
your hands are too wide for these kid gloves
you cannot fit into the stays and confines of the past
where did you come from? changeling?
half and half in one world and the next
part girl part boy part aberration an inverse
it was easier to steal a pair of dungarees
climb the old knobbly willow tree
dropping apple pips in indigo pond
a disappointing girl with one eye patched lest it wander
I saw my delicate mother and her child’s form
rush like a dancer into applauding future
gone from those who would love her best
she left a horse hair brush that smelt of her skin
and I did not know what to be
standing there with my unliked shell of pallor
a mockery of fallen relations between two lovers
retreating to the verge of attention their child
I waited until nobody expected me home
muddied, stained and bramble scratched
children with no reflection
if you asked me then whom I loved the most
I would have pointed to the owl
grand in his luminous white feathers
for he saw the little girl’s disappointment
and together they sang
low into night
to beckon timorous vole
closer

0 Replies to “Children with no reflection”

    1. Dearest Claire (waves) so good to see you here again, I hope you are doing well and I am sending you a big hug for reading this I am very grateful. I totally agree btw there is strength in unexpected places my friend.

        1. Sometimes I get nosy and I wonder what your goals are, you have such a fine mind, it seems inevitable that you should have some goal and I seek to know it, to help you find it, as you of anyone could.

          1. Oh of my goals is to live in the woods, surrounded by mountains and snow. To be the best writer I can be and help people in the process. And finally to meet you, to thank you in person and like I said many times before to sit with you and drink a cup of coffee, talking about random stuff and of course to learn from you, the best.

  1. You always weave sadness and beauty into such wonderfully rich tapestries of raw emotion and honesty. Hope all is well Candice ღ

    1. My dearest friend, thank you. I so appreciate your support I hope you always know that and also know I’m here if ever you need support because I feel the same way.

  2. Sometimes, parents place too many expectations, their own unfulfilled dreams and wishes onto their young, without knowing how much it can burden the children…and it’s just really sad.

    1. Ah so very true my friend – parents do that often. I know they probably do not mean to either. Life can be hard. We can change patterns though and learn! Thank you dear one for writing me xo

    1. Dearest Dorinda, I confess it’s autobiographical which many of my pieces are not, so maybe it was hard to be objective with this one! 🙂 thank you so much for liking it!

  3. Let me go back to the past and hug that wonderful child! I shall hug her so fiercely and for so long her pale skin and all her other “defects” will turn into assets in her head.
    Those lines: “it was easier to steal a pair of dungarees
    climb the old knobbly willow tree
    dropping apple pips in indigo pond”
    💜

  4. I cannot tell you how moving I found this poem. Thank you. It fits right in with what I’m personally experiencing emotionally right now, right this minute. These are the mysteries & comforts which makes life worth living. *bowing*

    1. Thank you so much dearest Kimberly I so appreciate your lovely words you are awesome and I thank you! I hope that you are hanging on, sometimes that is all we can do but maybe it’s enough. I wish you better times ahead my friend.

    1. Wow thank you so much dear one. That means the world to me. To have someone come and take the time to read something I write and comment, really means a lot. I so appreciate you. Thank you!

    2. PS: I thought your Dream Sessions were out of this world, poems in photography, and your entire site is exquisite. You are incredibly talented and for you to like what I wrote, well that just about made my week!

  5. wow. this is so beautifully written it drew me. I can feel the emotion in these words. absolutely beautiful.
    thank you for taking the time to read one of mine as well.

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