Genius Child

Genius Child

A Poem by Geralyn Miller

What do you tell the genius child?

Wise in mind

sad of heart;

Aching to belong,

always outside.

(Hold me, hold me,hold me,

say the eyes of the genius child.)

Accustomed to being alone,

learning early never to be lonely.

Wanting to be understood;

needing to be loved.

Living in a world

where few understand them.

 

What do you tell the genius child?

© 2010 Geralyn Miller


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Yes, a very good point..........what do you tell them?
So important to remember they are still children and not emotionally mature yet......very thoughtful piece.

Posted 14 Years Ago


touches me.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Stop wondering is what I'd say!! But seriously, this is a very different(unique) piece of writing...As the unique mind you portray

Posted 14 Years Ago


Fortunately my genius child was lucky enough to have a genius mother. ;)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Really interesting piece- I would fix the small error as Alicia mentioned, but otherwise, this was very well written. Great repetition at the end. Nicely done.

-Coral-

Posted 14 Years Ago


what indeed and 'how' do you speak to the world of the child who dreams out of general human sequence~ beautifully written~

Posted 14 Years Ago


An interesting poem, however, there's a slight error; in the first line, you said "what do tell," but you said "what do you tell" in the last one. But other than that, I loved the words you chose. The font's a little too big, though.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on October 12, 2010
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Geralyn Miller
Geralyn Miller

Phoenix, AZ



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