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When She Cries
When She Cries
I can hear her crying in her room upstairs.
I want to go to her
Comfort her
Tell her that everything will be all right.
But there are no words for me to say
None I would believe myself.
How can I tell her it will get better
When every day
Life seems to bring some new crisis?
Some new unsolvable problem to the door.
I want to tell her
That this is not the end of the world,
This is a small thing,
But I know
In her child's view of the world
That is not true.
This is the biggest thing,
The only thing to her.
I want to tell her
I know how to fix it
How to make it go away,
Make it better.
I know she believes
I should be able to do this.
But there is nothing.
No great epiphany is forthcoming.
I can hear her crying in her room upstairs.
I am crying with her, for her.
My heart bleeds.
In the end, I go to her
I offer the only comfort I am able.
I lie down beside her,
Hold her close as she cries.
I say nothing,
There are no words
To convey what I feel.
I offer what I have,
My love,
My nearness
Most of all,
My strength.
And I pray
That it is enough.
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Hmm...
horrible, isn't it, that the point at which you grow up is the one where you realise that your parents are just as frightened as you are?
I found the stark simplicity of this really touching.
Thanks for the read. XX |
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| Superior work! You tell the story simply and clearly, ending with the only solution that truly is of any use. Just simply wonderful... |
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Comment by: mewzikz - 2007-07-07 20:08
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As adults we tend to think children's problems are small versions of ours, but their issues rival ours in their young minds.
When I was 12, I was in my room crying because a girl i felt I loved didn't like me. My mother asked what was wrong and when I told her she told me I was too young to be in love. Then she turned and walked away.
This example of a parent showing heartfelt love is not only well written, but tugs at the heartstrings as if I was that child again.
Good work. |
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| ahhh, the pain of motherhood, watching our teens suffer is agony- isn't it? This is a wonderful poem that touches all who have children. |
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Comment by: sabihah - 2007-07-04 03:57
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| Quite enjoyable. I myself is barely a grown up and many times all that I ever needed was a hug from a parent to fill me up with hope again. Thanx for sharing |
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