My news for you
On this morning’s dew
Reality is, I understand
They didn’t offer you love
Did they?
You weren’t given the chance
Were you?
Did they leave
Work too much
Forget you existed
Left you on the side of the street
Those are all possibilities
I’m here
I’ve been there
Not to each place
Probably not yours
Yet, I understand
Feelings of abandonment
Each one of ours different
Can you allow me to remind
They may have never offered
But somewhere inside
They love you
Somehow they do
You felt it inside
Or you wouldn’t be here
You’re not dead
You’re alive
Don’t discount them
Over three words
Although not uttered
Maybe felt instead
By the most primal of sorts
If your pain is found in a deeper well
I’ll simply hold you
If you’d like just sit near
Please listen
Bring all of you
Come closer
I love you to pieces
I adore your soul
You are beautiful
You may not know what to do
Or where to go
Rest assured
He loves us
I’m here
I choose to care
Believe
I love you
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Wow Audrey, this one is really touching. It makes me think of what so many children now-a-day experience. Not having the attention they should have from the ones that are meant to show love, affection, teach responsibility, be examples to learn from. A ton of tiny little broken hearts all over this world. And a ton of parents that don’t know how to give that or are forced by society to run after things that are of lesser value than their kids.
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Exactly what I drew most of this poem from, Staci. Working with children isn’t for the week. A lot of sad stories to draw from. You say it much better than I do. 🙂
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You’re too kind Audrey. Thank you. What type of work with children do you do? I agree, it’s definitely not for the weak. I watched a music video on Youtube of a little girl driving away in a car with her mom. They were leaving her dad and she looked so sad. She would see other families drive by and couples together and all. Anyhow, it made me cry. And that’s just one story of divorce. So many more stories and far greater intensity out there.
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Teacher. But I see it at church too, since I work with children there, as well. Can’t really go into it any more than that, but yes abuse, neglect, pain is alive and well. So sad. I wish I could bring so many home with me.
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Oh, Audith…I sense a lot of meanings here…I think. Hmm…perhaps someone is suffering for love? (He should just embrace his meanness.)
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Oh, Duketh..there are lots of ways to go about this poem. First, though…do you think I should have used punctuation? There is a debate currently on here. I value your opinion…mine is. .well they have a point. Rereading this poem now and I can see where the confusion is or could be.
Anyway, now. I think mostly this one is about not feeling love from someone else, particularly, parents. I have met all ages of people who said that they’d never heard the words, I love you, growing up. It wasn’t something parents dsaid, which then lead to them not understanding love. Some of my experiences are in here from my childhood, but mine in different forms. I also caught images of children who aren’t shown love, in the rawest of forms, even today. (Comes with the job.) I was feeling their pain. (No! He should carry on…)
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I would only use punctuation when you feel it…I know that’s spotty…but…I thought it read just fine. *smiles*
I see! Well, I like it even more now. Are you a teacher, Audith?
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*She bows* Thank you.
……have we met?……
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You’re right: I should know this! And I did. Just wanted to make sure…
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Yes, but you forgot. And yes, again. No, you forgot. Admit it….*and now she back to believing he’s really they.* 🙂
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No, he’s a singular chap, I promise! I actually said it because I wanted more info…
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…skeptical… but okay, I will choose to believe you again. *she says as she puts her armor away…well some of it*
Like what kind of info…
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Always keep your armor with you, dadblameit! Who knows when a white ape will attack?
Well, what you teach, for instance…
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A white ape…oh dear. I prefer to take my chances without my armor now.
…….nope. ….told you already. 😉
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Okay, then…
You did not! I remember such things! Please, tell me?
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*fears she may have sealed her fate* (doesn’t turn her back on Duke because now she’s worried he’s a white ape. Which is professorish quite frankly)
Yes, I did too!! No you don’t, it seems.
Does any of this ring a bell in that noggin of yours? Our talk about Honduras…or the other several conversations.
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*laughing* The professor isn’t a white ape! Goodness.
Yes, yes, it does! So sorry. Okay. I got it this time. I promise. You’re very cool.
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*what a relief* Well..one never knows.
*Rolls her eyes at you* Promises promises… You think so…but she’s not.
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Haha!
She is, and she doesn’t know it!
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*shy eyes glance down hoping to change the subject quickly*
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*and it works because the professor is sweet* Now, if I was in a Mulligan-ish mood, it might not have worked, you know.
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*he is sweet, but sometimes he should be Duke* What would have happened if it wouldn’t have worked. Tell me, Duketh…
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The other side must be kept hidden since it’s weak, I think. I’m not sure!
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Understood. *starts pulling loose threads from her dress*
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*wonders what should be done with the threads*
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*laughs* *laughs* *laughs cause that was beautifully unexpected*
Decides she should throw them away.
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Probably best. *throws old guitar strings in the trash as well*
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I’m not so sure I agree with that….Audith may want to see those… *forces your hand into the trash can*
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Why do you want to see them?
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To make sure they have been used, maybe a bit of blood on them. *grins because she hopes you allow those strings to play*
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Haha. I actually have cut myself on my strat…last year, I believe. I do a lot of nylon playing so when I stretched and started bending strings…the finger couldn’t hold up.
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Poor finger *frowns*
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This is powerful, Audrey. For a lot of kids, this will resonate. Even adults who haven’t moved past that point. Nicely done.
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Thanks, Jacqui. Yes, I have friends 20 years older who tell me that they never felt loved by their parents. Or told I love you…makes me sad.
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Reblogged this on Garden2day and commented:
Wow…this is in my opinion one of Audrey’s best but who am I? It sings without the notes!!! I love it! I hope you love it too! 🙂 Gosh… Have a great day!
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Audrey! WOW! You have written some really great pieces but this is too much—it’s great! Wow! Could this be the best? Hmmmmm. Maybe. And, it is just the right amount if that makes sense…not too short…and not too long…just perfect. Take care and have a great day! 🙂 Wow! …..
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You are too kind, my dear. Thank you, thank you, thank you!! First, for the reblog..that was amazing!! (My second one ever.) I had a very busy day, but I came home to amazing and sweet words! WOW! You are the owner of this smile I have right now…have a great night.
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I liked it a lot, Audrey, and I couldn’t care less about punctuation 😉
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Aww, Richard. Thank you for having my back… 🙂 🙂 🙂 *Giggle*
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No problem
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🙂
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❤️
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I love you, Sis.
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a truly beautiful piece of art you have there, just a suggestion though, maybe try and use more punctuations so the reader can easily identify a clear tone. It is still a very heartwarming piece nonetheless 🙂
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Thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed this piece. I have often thought about punctuation. I usually don’t use it at all. I am not sure why I did at all in this one. Do you prefer punctuations in your poems. Why? I’m open to discussion. I’m fairly new at sharing my poetry and appreciate the feedback. Thanks! Oh, and Hi, I’m Audrey.
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