Tale Weavers: Poem – Synchronicity – “Safe” #amwriting #taleweavers #poetry #BellLetsTalk


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Tale Weaver’s prompt which is: a story through the eyes of a child. 

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Mommy you let go my hand, I’m quick–

Mere seconds pass, I’m laughing freely, 

I run. 

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Mommy, I’m giggling what it is —

Feeling free, everyone looks at me, 

Smiling.

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Down the aisles of Superstore, 

You’ve lost me, can you find me now? 

I’m fast.

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Boxes, packages to pull down, 

Grinning, happy, into candy, 

Sitting —

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Waiting for me on the shelf are —

My favourite chocolate and gummies;

Mommy? 

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Where’d you go? I think I’m lost, 

I’m scrunching my face, tears begin, 

Where’d you —

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Go? Mommy; don’t leave me here now, 

Some lady grabbed my hand and —

It hurts.

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She won’t let go, dragging me off, 

Stranger danger; no one helps me,

Let Go! 

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It’s okay now, Mommy is here

Holding you close, grabbing your hand;

She runs.

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Scared I’ll turn her in and I should, 

Who tries to kidnap a child in —

Daylight? —

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 At all? Cannot trust, stay near me, 

Now you know why and you’re safe, 

From harm.

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Mommy will never let you go, 

Her precious boy, her sweet sunshine, 

Is hers.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 
 

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Poem: You


Remember me? I haven’t gone much of anywhere.

I told you I was in my own world, I didn’t mean it.

The things we say that have no meaning, that are taken literally, too literally.

Remember me? You use to stare and we’d wave at each other.

I remember only liking you, no one else would ever do.

It took too long to get over you, and now you’re just a fragment;

Of those crazy years past by long ago, when we were young and barely adult.

When passing tests and writing papers were big deal breakers; 

And some student’s cried when they realized they couldn’t make the mark,

But that was not me or you, and I’m not writing this to moan about what could have been.

I knew you’d be great, find your niche, you are a charmer, that personality spreads like butter. 

Now, I am here and you would never recognize me, at least I hope you wouldn’t 

But I am me, no matter my size, and I live such a different life.

I don’t think we’ve ever connected, I was just a stopping place on your road of life.

Remember me? Never do. I am looking ahead; and I’ve brought with me all the past I need. 

They are here; not you.