The Sadness of a Child
Youthful dreams cascaded through lavender fields.
They rushed with a desire to be free from sorrow-
For I was but a forsaken child, renown to be alone,
and I wished for time to stop so I could breathe
hoping for poppies to bloom with the ease of dawn.
And I remember…
a few good times with tears cried before bedtime,
breaking bread at the dinner table with fear of a scold-
Eating only what I hungered for…true compassion,
yet I reminisce on what might have been if I was loved.
I never knew those memories would make me strong-
They taught me resilience and gave me motivation
to do better,
be better,
speak lighter,
act more kind.
Sometimes I get parched, so I swallow photos of
yore as if I was as dry as the Mojave Desert.
They reach depths inside my bones,
crawling through crimson veins just to be touched,
healing from all that was given at a delicate time
in my life.
For children are supposed to have fun laughing,
dancing and prancing in those lavender fields
I fought so hard to hold onto.
But I am but a woman longing to be held like a baby,
a youngling hoping to breathe nothing but love.
Scents of pink and blue encompass my mind and
I remember all too clear.
My youthful dreams cascaded into lavender fields,
and o, how I wish I was there…
once again.
Childhood Memories Contest
July 9, 2019
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019
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