Tell Me

Tell Me

A Poem by November Gold
"

Who am I, and who are you, and we do we intersect?

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Tell me a story about who I am

Tell me how I came to be...

Tell me what you felt when you first saw me

please tell me about me.

Tell me that you felt the space

where my tiny hand would have fit...

Tell me why you walked away

and why you ever quit.

I need to know that you loved me

I need to feel like I existed

The spaces you should have filled remain empty

and have left me feeling twisted.

Unprotected and wounded, a fragile heart alone

I tried to choke it down,

but no matter how I pushed and forced

it kept coming back around.

Tell me that you thought of me

please come to me now...

Speak to me of angels and mercy

Guide me, tell me how.

Tell me how I go forward,

and how to be loved...

tell me that you've got me

even tho from so far above.

I long to share my words with you

and ask for your advice

I long for a just a single moment

and would willingly sacrifice

If I could have just one to ask you

what I desperately need to know

If you had it to do over,

would your love for me show?

I see you everyday as I look into the mirror

and sometimes I imagine I hear you

and feel you drawing nearer.

Tell me that I meant something to you

that you never forgot my face

Tell me that I mattered

and that within your heart had my own special place.

 

 

 

© 2011 November Gold


Author's Note

November Gold
After 40 years, I am finally learning about my biological father from his amazing wife, 21 years after his passing. It's been a roller coaster of emotion for me, mostly good, mostly exciting and yet laced with so much unknown and so much sadness too.

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Kiddo, I knew what this was about before I read the editors note. Brilliant. Your biological father hears you, and loves you and is proud of you I Know. I remember talking to him and being around him a bit before you were a twinkle in his eye, and I know he that he loves his little girl and is wrapping his arms around you. I believe he might even be one of your guardian angels. Bravo for writing this. In our struggles of self discovery, we learn many things. You kiddo have grown to a wonderful intelligent woman. Your writings and poetry and everything you so prove this. Excellent poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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:) wow, that really is a long time. Beautful poem :)
Good uck to your future.:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


beautiful write thanks for sharing and very much you do excite and your a very nice woman conceived of a woman from a man

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Speak to me of angels and mercy
Guide me, tell me how.
Tell me how I go forward,
and how to be loved...

These words pulled me in, I really liked this.
So sorry you are just finding out who your father is.
I lost my father when I was a little girl.
Anyways wonderful and powerful read!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hear felt and endearing, a somber piece that reads so well.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Have to agree with Inyrdreams as this poem was self explaining, the do over is a real heart wretcher as do we not all wish for one of these to alter something we said or failed to say did or failed to do. Beautiful and touching piece, keep em' coming

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This touched me deeply. I cannot even imagine what this must feel like and then still not being able to ask him. Wonderful words from your heart.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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November Gold
November Gold

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I hate answering this question. It requires me to tell you who I am...the problem is that I am still learning about who I am everyday, and sometimes what I might tell you today, could change by this t.. more..

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