Best Childhoodfamily Poems
When I was 6 I started school and growing up
meant responsibilities. Part of the responsibilities that I took up was answering the
phone. Not any phone but my own phone, it was powder pink. Just right for a girls
room, and rotary fun for dialing. I treasured this phone because it was the very item
that made it possible to talk to my family way in another state. My best friend down
the street, although she didn't have her own phone in her room, she could use her
mom's. We would talk for hours, do our home work together and joke about the
boys. On this powder pink phone we would figure out what we were wearing, make
out our weekend plans and talk to boys as we grew older. On this Phone I made my
first date, received many holiday greetings from family and birth announcements of
new family members, even news if my parents were running late from work. On this
pink phone I grew from adolescent to a young lady. On this pink phone I stayed
connected to everyone that I knew and hold memories dear of the times I held that
little pink phone in my hand up to my ear.
Ever since I was a little kid,
I have always wanted to do more then my parents did.
After my mom split and left town
My dad was never around.
I promised my self life would not be like this anymore.
With the fighting and slamming of the doors.
I decided to go back to school once more,
For this is what I thought would help me get my foot in the door.
Now that I have only 24 credits more to get,
I will have my bachelors degree yet.
It has been a long hard struggle for me,
ever since my parents abandon me
But the one thing I have learned all these years later
is that life will never be the same as it once was.
I'm all grown up with a family of my own,
And I know my kids will always want to come home.
Now for once I have the family I've always wanted
Ever since I was that little girl trying to stand on her own two feet..
"When" contest--- Paula Swanson
Where I come from you wouldn't figure,
I could be the person that I have become.
My childhood was never spent needing,
and physical abuse there was none.
My mother would never tell me no,
with my father I had to earn all of it.
Manipulation was learned very young,
and respect was not something I saw fit.
Just a rebellious teenager they said,
not knowing of the raging war inside.
Mentally stuck in that one state of mind,
emotionally broken I pushed everything aside.
I dare not let them see my confusion,
They couldn't possibly understand why.
So family was pushed even further away,
and I began to self medicate by getting high.
I had always known that I was a little different,
the family characteristics I did not possess.
Affection was something similar to scarce,
feeling cast out I was in emotional distress.
Afraid of really letting anyone get too close,
the word failure I wouldn't dare say aloud.
I was never quite as the expected me to be,
but all I ever wanted was to make them proud.
For so long all I could do was run and hide,
I could have just opened up and spoke my mind.
Maybe if I had only known the true meaning,
and just realized that real love is blind.
A mother and father's love is very pure,
always unconditional and alike no other.
Families are forever and never judging,
seek their protection and in it you will find cover.