Child of Longing

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Child of Longing

Child of Longing


Creeping up behind me
She tugs at my shirttail
Sadness brimming her eyes
I long to wrap her in a hug

Holding her close
I smooth out the tangles
Wipe the spilling tears
Give her a smile of love

My loneliness lingers
Nearby, never far from the surface
Her need reaches out
Holding on, holding back

The child I was, still hovers
She keeps me grounded
And real...
When I want to believe

She is there,
Sad eyes full of mystery
Spilling longing like bread crumbs
On the journey


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SavVySam commented on Child of Longing

03-24-2010

Just imagine if we could all provide some comfort to that special child of our own...that hug...or smile of reassurance...just imagine what peace could be had... Very introspective and thoughtfully composed work! Nice!;)

bloomingsun

03/24/2010

Thank you so much, Sam, for your insightful comment. I agree, the peace to be found within ourselves if we tend our inner child is surely a source to take into consideration.

danmartyjake1 commented on Child of Longing

01-04-2010

Intense sadness and beauty abounds in this beautifully expressed prose. I felt the words. We all have an inner child residing in us, whether or not we choose to believe it. You captured the essence of that completely in this poem. Very Well Done!

bloomingsun

01/06/2010

Thank you so much for your thoughtful words of praise. I know I have an inner child, she makes her presence known in no uncertain terms! So glad you stopped by to read. Thank you!

WordSlinger commented on Child of Longing

01-04-2010

I bet you bring her happiness, chidren are so precious, awesome write, ty WS

bloomingsun

01/06/2010

Yes, they are! Thanks for the read, my inner child is delighted with your comment...

Grito commented on Child of Longing

12-28-2009

I agree that it is essential to nuture our child, they are us!!!

bloomingsun

12/29/2009

that's right, just give them a little recognition and they are delighted... thanks for stopping by and reading!

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

bloomingsun’s Poems (29)

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Delivery 2
Gathering Light 9
Spring Haiku 2
Touchstone 5
Promises 1
Let Us See 4
Summary 3
Gift 7
Plea for Peace; a villanelle 7
Her Escape 16
Confession 7
Out of Our Hands 7
Child of Longing 6
Wait 5
Advent 13
haiku 7
Beach 8
Vows 4
Let Down Again 4
Just Thinking 3
Muse 3
Blossoms 3
The Power of a Flower 5
Heaven's Beach 8
Her Heart 2
Renewal 5
breaking 6
Morning on the Dock 9