I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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2 October 2014

To My Child Self

Don’t go away!
You will need you as you grow.
Hide in a cave inside
if you must;
just don’t go.

Keep on playing
with your poems.
Keep drawing too, even though
people who don’t know
tell you you can’t — just play!

Remember to look
at flowers and fairies,
remember to talk to the trees.
Keep believing in magic.
Lift up your face to the breeze.

And one day,
when you are old,
you’ll be perfectly free
to come out and play all day. 
You will still be me.



Prompted by Poets United's Midweek Motif: Writing for Children 
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18 comments:

  1. Mary2 October 2014 at 08:51

    Ah yes, Rosemary, I can identify with this. We do need our child self to stay or if it has not stayed to be reinvigorated at this point of life. We have more time to play now than we ever did, don't we?

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade2 October 2014 at 08:54

      And much less concern for what others might think! :)

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  2. Delaina2 October 2014 at 09:14

    So beautiful and perfectly said.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky2 October 2014 at 11:01

    I LOVE this poem. ComPLETEly!!!!!!!!! I wish every child could have this told to her. Reminds me of how, once in my grandma's 80's, I looked right into her and saw the young woman she had been - still in there. A wonderful moment.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade2 October 2014 at 23:57

      Oh yes, that sounds like a very wonderful moment.

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  4. rallentanda2 October 2014 at 11:12

    Good poem.I think placing value on the opinions of others is possibly the greatest detriment to happiness.

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  5. Anonymous2 October 2014 at 17:23

    So lovely Rosemary, I can identify with this completely. For my child self has never gone away, though sometimes she's had to wait to be noticed again. She's the part of me that become's lonely, then I know that I have some self-nurturing to do. Though as I get older she seems to be becoming more active in my life again, wanting me take care of myself more and express more freely. As I did when little.

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  6. Anjum Wasim Dar2 October 2014 at 23:46

    love filled guidance -so innocent and true

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  7. humbird3 October 2014 at 02:14

    Good reminder...I never hide or change...smiles

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  8. Jae Rose3 October 2014 at 03:48

    What a beautiful poem....what a wonderful gift to have given yourself..and us to read

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  9. J.N.T.3 October 2014 at 07:34

    Rosemary, I can relate to your poem very well. The child in me did. :)

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  10. Gen Giggles 3 October 2014 at 11:26

    Oh how I wish that as well.

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  11. Barb7 October 2014 at 11:51

    I must share this poem with my grandchildren - so much truth. If only I had realized in my childhood that I could someday return to that place of magic and innocence. I'm on the way to Aspen, stopped for the night, reading your poems.

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