To My Nine Year Old Self
'You'll grow', I long to say
'And no one cares how much you weigh'
But I cant tell you how I feel -
I know, I grew to be a buzz kill.
You're already carrying too much;
Mine would hurt to the touch,
Stay sweet and she wont get worse,
Believe me - it's not a curse.
You'll learn soon that life's not fair,
No matter how much you care
And it could all be taken in an instant -
Even if you feel indifferent.
I'll warn you for the future,
I'm sorry - I wasn't kind to you as a teenager
But I'm trying more now
Even if me and dad still row.
See, there, I made you smile -
I know you haven't seen that in a while.
I make sure now, that smile obeys
I wish for you that this wasnt a phase.
But the sadness sticks around,
Lingering in the background -
Don't be upset, please, its not your fault.
Even when it burns like salt.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
