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Marlene
What do you see
When I touch your hand
And speak of things
You do not understand?
Because you’re a child,
Blind to the world.
What do you see, little one,
When you look at me?
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Comment by: Mick - 2008-05-02 01:23
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| This is great. Speaks of pure innocence. Brilliant… ;) |
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Comment by: Jarfuls - 2008-05-01 16:05
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| This was such a swwet poem. When I got to that line, "blind to the world", I thought of how innocent a child is and how magical and wonderful their perception of the world. They are so pure and trusting of everyone. It is a shame we grow older and realize how things really are. A shame our rose colored glasses turn to grey. |
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There are things we cannot grasp even in adult life..
And Steph, you capture that feeling wonderfully in this piece.
Short in this case is perfect.
Again, I am impressed. |
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This is very cute. I am guessing by the poem that you are a mother. Your connection with your daughter is very evident through this poem. If you are not a mother, you are one creative individual. I am not a parent, but I live with my niece. I understand the feeling you are writing about here.
This poem is beautiful. I am asking myself why that one line-"Blind to the world."-is broken apart from the poem. I sense hidden meaning. It seems to me that your daughter has asked you a question which involves a negative aspect to our world, and you are unsure how to explain it to someone who simply does not understand enough about the world yet. My niece is at that stage where she asks about death. When I try to explain it, she doesn't quite grasp its finite nature. She still thinks mommy, daddy, or uncle Brian would be able to make it better.
Beautiful poem. Beautiful person. Keep them coming. |
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