You love spring New beginnings and once skies Filled with your favourite of blues April, would you be my favourite month? You don’t need to ask the clouds for Company When three’s a crowd and you’re made the fifth wheel Because you’re different No one wants to know your name Your mum and dad Know more of you Than you of them Still you look up to them And strive to understand and grow How can it be that others have What you seem to want? Why can they play And you are not even allowed to stand and watch? Rain falls, April Mother From the deepest wound And tells your stories A grand child With a mythical sense And non-imaginary strength "You don’t have to strive for belonging" For mother earth loves all her children. You’re one of them One of the best You shine like no one else. If apples and berries you wish to pick Are too high How do you stand on your toes to reach? Try, this is how you always gain All the cherries on other people’s cakes They are yours already. Start to believe And thank you dear child For choosing me.
This is a poem request for
who requested a poem for the inner child with the following brief. “You don’t have to strive for belonging, it’s already yours.“There is a follow up task for Kristine now. She knows what to do it’s all in the original post where you also can request a poem in this month’s poem giveaway. All poems are written with you in mind.
As a child things happen that we forget but they still affect us in our adult lives and without realising can sometimes change and have a detrimental effect on relationships and how we live our lives. It’s never wrong to speak to that inner child hiding inside of you. I’m grateful for Kristine for choosing this theme and thank you for trusting me with your inner child.
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I think you nailed the brief. So much wonder throughout the poem that gives me brief glimpses of nostalgia with the sensory details.
🥹 off to my copying…