Vanishing memory (poem)
When I was a little girl with two pony tails and a lollipop
I would always wonder:
When I grow up,
you will grow old.
When I chose the one who’ll live through with me for the rest of my life,
Will you be there to watch it?
When I bear my children will you pet them on the head ,
and hug them in your arm,
like you never did to me?
What will happen when I grow old?
Will you leave me in this world, and head for heaven?
Will you and daddy ever get along up there?
Where are you?
Why did you leave me?
Who am I to you?
What am I to you?
I love you,
no matter what you did.
Forgive me,
for whatever I did.
I long to see your face again,
even if it’s only in my dream.
But every time I reach for the outline of your appearance,
you’ll vanish………… like you always did.
I’ll wake up crying,
only below the blanket.
How can I not? That’s the question....
I were a part of you,
I form from you!
When you cut me out,
I bleed,
In such pain I cannot scream.
My wound recovers, slowly,
little by little.
But it cannot recover to the point
It use to be, before you hurt me.
The scar will stay,
It will always be there,
as if to laugh at my silliness.
Comments
Dear XLiu: I like your
Dear XLiu:
I like your poem, "Fanishing memory", because I can feel your love towards your mom. Your words impressed me.
One sentence you wrote that stands out for me is: "I were a part of you, I form from you! When you cut me out, I bleed, In such pain I cannot scream." I think this is impressible because you described the relationship between a mom a daughter very closely. And the word "bleed" showed how is the love towards mom and how you get hurt.
Another sentence that I like was: "But every time I reach for the outline of your appearance, you’ll vanish………… like you always did. I’ll wake up crying, only below the blanket." This stood out for me because I think this sentence expressed much about your love and how you miss your mom. Also, it is a bit satirize because although you miss her but she is not staying with you, and you can only cry under your blanket.
Thanks for your writing. I look forward to seeing what you write next, because your poem expresses lot of your emotion and they impressed me.
I didn't think anyone was
I didn't think anyone was going to read this, now that you reply, I felt kind of embarrass. It's not often that you see a highschool kid crying for her mother, see how brave I am to post this out? Well, for the sake of credit in English class....