Reflection

Reflection

A Poem by Barbara Walker

 

My father

physically left me,

when I was nine,

but it was the psychological blow,

that left me,

in many ways,

not

quite

whole.

 

I could have visitation

with the physical Dad,

but when I saw that Dad,

the emotional closeness,

the family connection,

was nowhere

to be had.

 

It just disappeared,

vanished,

it was entirely

gone

and minutely,

hourly,

a confused little girl, wondered,

what she has done so

wrong.

 

It had to be really wrong,

for a punishment ,

such as this-

the emotional closeness,

the love and trust with Pop,

to feel so dismissed!

 

Now,

on reflection of that little girl,

all that she can feel and see,

is confusion,

within the heart,

never

having been resolved and the outcome is

me.

© 2010 Barbara Walker


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How beautifully this lines have been put, rhyming perfectly and speaking of a little heart which has felt lonely, sad, angry at her father leaving her.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very heartfelt read, children sometimes take on the brunt of their parents problems~it can either way to make you or break you, nicely pen'd.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Frieda P

11 Years Ago

My pleasure, your avatar always makes me smile :-)
Barbara Walker

11 Years Ago

He's saying, "You're going to rule my life with that?"
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

LOL!!
Very sad. And typical of a child to blame themselves. My relationship with my own father was very strained. Thirty-five years after his death it still causes some rough emotions. You're right, these things make us who we are.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Barbara Walker

11 Years Ago

Thank you!
I understand this poem. Parent separate when I was young. I got close to my father at his death. I learn why he had to do certain things and understood his life. I like the thoughts and the ending. I became a good father to my children. Some lessons must be learn by the knowledge of pain. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


This one was touching.
It's a horrible thing.

Stuff like that truely does make us who we are.
Great write.

Thankyou for posting.
XxStaySweet,
Rina!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Barbara Walker
Barbara Walker

Lake Havasu City, AZ



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I am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..

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