Always hoping, always dreaming. Alone.
Big sister to her brothers; minded dad.
The little girl so full of love; now grown.
Tomorrows came and yesterdays were gone
Some days were good; but, God, some days were bad.
Always hoping, always dreaming. Alone.
Said mother to her daughter: “I disown.”
“For you, I know, I never should have had.”
The little girl so full of love; now grown.
This little girl knew not what she had done
Why would her mother utter words so bad?
Always hoping, always dreaming. Alone.
She dreamt the dreams of love she had not known;
Those dreams of being loved by mum she had.
The little girl so full of love; now grown.
A happy picture painted; not in stone
Illusions all; reality just sad.
Always hoping, always dreaming. Alone.
The little girl so full of love; now grown.
A Villanelle
Words by Kate Little
March 2011
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Personal Image: Little Kate
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so cute and rated with hugs
creating love to survive.
Linda: Yes, it is a drawing of me as a little one.
Surazeus: I am smiling with your comment. Thank you!
Flower Child: Sometimes reality is a little harsh I'm afraid. But what matters is what we do with our reality sometimes ... or perhaps more to the point ... what we let it do or not do to us. Thank you for your loving and supportive comments, my friend. I do appreciate them.
xoxo
Kim
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Always caring, thinking, noticing, sharing.
Always speaking from her heart, of her heart, of all hearts,
Always touching all our hearts.
Sometimes there comes a heart we can not reach,
A heart that knows not how to be reached,
A heart that knows only how to push away
Even the love that should only know that all of love is hers.
Would that life could make this so for
The little girl shown here
The little girl so full of love, now grown,
So welcomed and appreciated and so loved here.
I can relate to feeling alone, being alone.
I wish more parents 'got it' ... *sigh*
...and disown? An unforgivable statement that a parent ought never to make, in my humble opinion. I'm sorry.
Abby: I write poetry as best I can but boy do I fall a long way short of being good. A Villanelle IS kind of hard though ... but I do like them. Thank you for reading and for your lovely words!
sophieh: Thank you. I appreciate your support and very kind words so very much.
skypixie0: A man (or cat) of so very few words but somehow they say a lot to me. Thank you! : )
Naomi: A lovely comment ... one that I appreciate so very much. Thank you!
Alysa: Thank you. Honestly ... thank you so very much.
not love such a lovely child
maybe a hole
in her mothers heart
let love leak out
none to give
such a lovable one
as this.
rated with love
Christine: I hear you so very well, Christine, and I know you understand. Yes, if we didn't move forward we would become so very bitter and miss out on so very much that life has to offer. A big hug to you, friend.
Just Thinking: I'm so sorry you relate to that feeling of alone. It's funny ... well not really ... rather it's strange how we can be surrounded by a people and yet still feel alone. Knowing you are loved I think is what fills that space ...whether people are beside you or not ... just knowing you are loved means you know you're not alone. I think, somehow, this all shaped me to be a better mum myself ... to show and tell my kids that I love them as often as I can and perhaps mostly just in the smallest of ways.
I know it hurts, but this was not a failing on your part, and for mum, what she has denied herself is stiff punishment indeed!
That is one beautiful drawing of a girl now grown but still so full of love I know.
Hey, Kate. Hey now.
Thoth: Thank you so very much.
What an adorable you.
♥R
She does not get that back...nor do you...but it was her choise and not yours.
Thank God for those you do have that love you.
And thank God you and I do not compete on poetry! You are getting WAY too good at it!
Saying that trivializes what you have felt, and it is not trivial.
Your pain matters, and in this case, it matters to those who love you too...your OS friends.
And poetry ... don't be silly! You write the most magical poetry that I can only dream of writing. We write differently ... but that's the beauty of the world ... we're all different and each and every one should be appreciated. I feel that here. Very much so.
Lezlie
The villanelle is perfect for this sort of thing, isn't it - those two repeated lines gather so much steam over the course of the telling. And I really, really love this line:
"Some days were good; but, God, some days were bad."
I have a tremendous weakness for plain, ordinary conversational English, cast into meter. Your simple sentence says a thousand things, because of the way it scans - and even more, "God" is on one of the strongest beats in the line, so it just makes it sound that much more weary.
Kate, this is just great stuff.
So... do you say "slam dunk" in Australia?
rated~
Simple language is often common in my poetry too. Sometimes I venture away from it but I tend to come back to it.
This is the first time I tried for iambic pentameter in a Villanelle and I'm pretty happy with it but more so if you say it's pretty good. So thank you!
I sat down to right the poem and those two lines came to me nearly straight away ... and from there the Villanelle just happened.
Thank you DB for reading. I do appreciate your thoughts ... very much. You're a little ripper! : )
Laura: A new friend I am always very happy to meet. Thank you for coming by and letting me know that you were here with these kind words. Thank you.
The villanelle is a perfect form for this poem, Kate: the repeated lines become haunting.
Cindy: I like your wish and would like that too! How about this ....((((((Cindy-BIG HUG-Kate)))))
Lisa Marie: Thank you for sharing this with me. Honestly, thank you.
The past can be bleak, can't it? More's the reason to push oneself forward.
than most mothers who can nurture wonderously ... rated ... Will
Well phrased. Sorry for your hurt.
Love..
Anna1 put to verse a thought as well:
"Sometimes there comes a heart we can not reach,
A heart that knows not how to be reached,
A heart that knows only how to push away
Even the love that should only know that all of love is hers."
Thank you for giving voice to such pain. I have to agree that I feel like the little girl never leaves us.
Leon: Thank you so very much.
Donnuts: Thank you so very, very much. I do appreciate your words, love and support.
Pastvoices: I do understand, dear friend ... very, very much so. No .. the little girl never leaves us. She is inside ... with those feelings of hurt ... of feeling unloved ... but she is a strong little girl, that one. Yes, she feels very sad and alone at times but she shines through mostly with strength and determination and provides a very strong foundation on which we move forward. Thank God, too, for the blessings of understanding, acceptance and love.
Patricia: I know. It is hard for most to imagine, but unfortunately for me, it was reality.