Saturday, January 30, 2010

Don't let me let go

I remember being a kid.
Young and vibrant
Goofy and empowered
You're-not-the-boss-of-me attitude.

I remember being a kid.
Insecure and alone
Observant and severe
All-I've-got-is-my-writing mentality.

I remember being a kid
Lost in a big world
Warm hugs from my grandma
Please-just-love-me need.

I do remember being a kid.
And all the painful moments.
And some of the laughs.
And definitely all the crushes.
But more so the rejections.
The good grades and the bad ones.
The friends
And the rivals.
I remember them all on nights like this
When my mind is drowsy.
And I'm all alone.

4 comments:

  1. h, yes, the drama of young life...

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  2. Hi Jillian,

    This is my first visit to you blog--I'm here from Laura Groves' blog.

    What a precious poem. I can't help but wonder how many children in Haiti haven't had the opportunity to experience much of it.

    Blessings to you.

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