Star, Light My Memories

Star, Light My Memories

A Poem by Hannah Erickson

To see the world through the eyes of a child

How innocent even the worst of memories

Yet always the notion that something just wasn't quite right

In reality, parents know nothing of love

Grandma's internal struggle to keep it all together

Is a place where perfect order could actually be disease

Hereditary things that once brought pride are now the things that frighten me the most

Snapshots of happiness are always followed by photos of fear

But through the eyes of a child everything is rainbows and butterflies

While crackling flames reflect in the eyes of the adults

As I scan over this family portrait, I see only one constant

 The only figure of paternity in an ever-changing world

He is the jewel that was taken from the pirates

Made to shine most brilliant among the stars

Watching as irony brings a family together only in the most drastic of circumstances

Then it all goes down hill again as people rediscover their cynical souls

They become zombies- walking through life, but not living at all

The glue of family Christmasses and Thanksgivings has finally given way to this new life of lonliness The one where we struggle to find ourselves in isolation

Where we are forced to grow without the sun

For it is now but a distant star

© 2008 Hannah Erickson


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"To see the world through the eyes of a child
How innocent even the worst of memories
Yet always the notion that something just wasn't quite right"
These opening lines are so beautiful!

Great job!!!

Josie

P.S Good luck in my contest :)


Posted 16 Years Ago


Children see the beauty in all things. Stuck in there own little world where only dreams matter.
Beautiful piece you have here. Nicely set out and worded.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 21, 2008
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Hannah Erickson
Hannah Erickson

Oakland, CA



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This is the only place where my writing from high school still exists. A lot of it is embarrassing to adult me, but I'm not going to begrudge teenage me of her thoughts and feelings. I may add som.. more..

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