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MAY 9, 2012 7:34PM

The Little Girl (A Repost)

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Little Kate

  

 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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Thank you for re-posting this! I am reading for the first time....and I was wanting more after reading your comment on 'alsoknownas' post.
So sorry your Mom got it all wrong.
ahh my sweet Kate.. I know how you feel only it was my Dad.
They know not what they say I swear.
All we can do is love.
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
Just Thinking, it does hurt that she got it all wrong but I suspect she can't help herself. It's just the way she is.

Linda, I hate that you know how it feels. It just doesn't seem right to be the best and most loving and caring daughter you can be and be treated badly. But, as I said when I posted this the first time ... I love her. She is my mum.
Dear all, honestly if you've read this before, there is no need to comment. I just felt the need to repost this. Just thank you for reading...

Much love.
In the case of my mother, I think the problem was that she couldn't make the change from treating her children as adults when they got older. This probably happens to parents who are authoritarian and told their children what to think rather than allowing them to grow and adjusting to their increasing maturity. These people are particularly angry when an adult child expresses an opinion that differs from hers. She thinks of it as a personal attack.
Dang it!

Such pain
Gary, I am sorry that your relationship with your mum wasn't as you would have liked either. It's a very difficult thing to reconcile when love between a mother and child should be unconditional.
JD: Yep. "Dang it!" might be a good phrase for me to adopt.
O, Kate! Beautiful girl, saddest poem. My first reading too, and I feel closer to you than I did before.
R♥
So Kate, is there any hope that things might improve? Is Mom mad over a certain incident, discussion, attitude or something? Or maybe you have had enough of her ill treatment?
Fusun, thank you my dear, dear friend.
Reading your words once more and thinking of the little girl you once were. Thinking of you now ... and sending love ... to be with you.
As before ... am so held ... by this little one's ... eyes ... and all they see ... all they offer ... all they hold ...
Gary, there is not much hope I'm afraid. It has been this way for many, many years and I know that does not mean it should remain so. But believe me, I have attempted to reconcile with her a number of times and she either pushes me away immediately or allows me in for a little while before hurting me all over again. I am accepting now of the fact that I will never have the relationship that I would have liked with her. I have to be happy with the occasional "hello" when I bump into her. There is a long story which I've written of in my very early posts here on OS . In short ... very short ... she had me at a very, very young age and could not marry my father. As an unwed mother in the 1950's she was treated badly. She then married another man whom she did not love and she always seemed unhappy. She blamed me for ruining her life. She told me that. I know there is more to her being as she is. I am sorry for her pain. I love her ... but I can't try any more to fix something that is beyond me.
anna1, thank you. You too are a dear, dear friend. I am sorry I haven't been around much of late. I hope all is well.

Much love to you too.
A glimpse into the soul -- Marty once wrote a poem about a little girl in a swing -- deeply personal, some day I might post it if she will let me....I get this is deeply personal too, thanks for letting us in.
L (MH), thank you. Yes, this is deeply, deeply personal.

I didn't know that Marty wrote poetry. I hope she will let you share it one day. In the meantime, please say "Hello" to her from me? And also, could you please tell her ... "Thank you."
Perhaps you've needed most to be with this lovely little girl ... whose eyes ... still ... see ... so much ... sometimes it is the child ... who knows ... what no one else ... can let themselves ... know ...

How much love ... always ... you have held ... may some of that love ... now ... hold ... you ... thinking of you, Kate ...
anna1, I think you just might be right. The approach of Mother's Day usually makes me feel sad ... and guilty. I seem to automatically need to get back in touch with the little girl in me. It's odd, that no matter how much older we become, the child within is always there ... the feelings and truth of the child are always there ...

Thank you, anna ... you always seem to help me to settle ... and just feel okay with what is ...
You look still like that lovely little girl, Kate.

Alas, I share your sadness about moms who aren't what we would have dreamed. This is a hard holiday for many of us.
Lea, thank you for the lovely compliment. But, I am so sorry for your heartache. I know that even when we have our own children to help us celebrate Mother's Day, the day is never as it should be. Best wishes, Lea.
Hi Kate. I can totally relate. My mom has NPD and can really turn on the charm, the push/pull, the I love you, I hate you, etc. Has threatened to disown, has done so, has come back, etc... I think it's a life long journey to heal from this sort of mothering... just when I think I'm over her, I fall in love with some guy who does the exact same thing! Actually, it's been a while since I've been susceptible to her or her like, but it takes constant nurturing and mindfulness to be sure. 10 years ago I had to quit her like heroin. I'm hoping the attraction will completely fade over time as I cultivate a new love map. Thanks for sharing. So sorry you had to write this. Hugs, Rox
so glad you reposted this..xoxo
Rox, I can see you do relate! Those times where my mother hasn't disowned me or pushed me away immediately when I see her, it's like nothing has ever happened between us EXCEPT it always only lasts for a little while. What makes it all worse is that when she disowned me, she disowned her grandchildren too.
Michelle, then I'm glad too. Thank you.
I'll think of you on Sunday, Kate, & send you a brother's hug.
Kim, Thank you. Thank you so very much. I really and truly appreciate your compassion.
Love can take some strange twists and turns in life, and is all the more reason why we can never take it fro granted I suppose.
You seem to know it well.
I certainly wish your mum did too.
Peace to you my friend.
A little poem
By Little Kate
A little love
A lot too late.
JD, you speak truth ... we can never take love and life for granted. Absolutely.

Peace to you too, my dear, dear friend.
Katie, I must off to bed. I worked very very long hours today,...and I can barely hang on here.....but praying for you this weekend.
May the Big Guy hold you in His hands.
Goodnight, JD. Thank you.

God bless...
mhold, I thought you had gone! It's wonderful to still have you around! And thank you for the poem ... : )
Oh, Little Kate. The searing pain in this amazingly poignant poem is fiercely palpable. It is hard to hold back tears for you this morning because, like Linda, I know this all too well. Would that they could make the effort to see beyond their own pain and misery. With fresh eyes they could then look to the light of their own sacred child, who only wants to love and be loved. That's what children need above all. My thoughts will be with you. Sending you love. Rated with admiration.
@ Salon Rox: NPD. Narcissistic Personality Disorder?
"Dang it!" is just fine for you, Kate. You refuse to ever let it become "dang me!"
Dear Kate, sorry to get here late. So glad you reposted this. It was very well done and yet of course, disturbing. She had major problems to begin with, also many folks just don't have the emotional capability to be a parent, they don't realize the scaring of a life that is their doing. Looking within and knowing we are loveable is what counts. Never feel unloved cause even though all here are cyber-friends, you are obviously very loved! WHY? Caz you are amazingly loveable.
Thanks for the repost, Little Kate ~
Your compassion, for yourself, for your mom, is so clear, so admirable, here in your villanelle.
This is both incredibly lovely and incredibly sad. Too many little girls, I'm afraid.
Michelle, my heart goes out to you too. There is a positive in all of this though, isn't there? We are both acutely aware of and understand so very well just how precious and fragile a child is and how they are affected by parenting such as we received that, rather than follow the same sort of parenting role model we were given, we both consciously aim for better for children and instinctively give of all the love that we have inside.
@ Just Thinking: Yes, as I understand it, NPD is "Narcissistic Personality Disorder". I wasn't at all familiar with the condition so I looked it up yesterday eg http://www.medicinenet.com/narcissistic_personality_disorder/article.htm states:

In many cases, people with narcissistic personality disorder:

Are self-centered and boastful; Seek constant attention and admiration; Consider themselves better than others; Exaggerate their talents and achievements; Believe that they are entitled to special treatment; Are easily hurt but may not show it; Set unrealistic goals; May take advantage of others to achieve their goals.

Other common traits of narcissistic personality disorder include the following: Preoccupation with fantasies that focus on unlimited success, power, intelligence, beauty, or love; Belief that he or she is "special" and unique, and can only be understood by other special people; Expectation that others will automatically go along with what he or she wants; Inability to recognize or identify with the feelings, needs, and viewpoints of others; Envy of others or a belief that others are envious of him or her; Hypersensitivity to insults (real or imagined), criticism, or defeat, possibly reacting with rage, shame and humiliation; Arrogant behavior and/or attitude

Most of this doesn't ring true for my mother but definitely this one ... Inability to recognize or identify with the feelings, needs, and viewpoints of others ... does.
John, I like your advice. Thank you!

Dang it!
Dang it!
DANG IT!!!!
Cindy, thank you so very much. Intellectually and emotionally I know I am indeed "loveable" (and that has taken me a long, long time to come to really 'know' that) but that feeling of being 'unloved' by my own mother is still there. It's just something I can't change. You know? But I can accept that it is just the way it is and keep moving forward.
catch, thank you. I love her. And underneath everything, despite everything, despite even feeling unloved, I believe she loves me too.
jsalthre, hello! Thank you for your kind words and, yes, too many precious little ones, girls and boys, just wanting and needing ... to be shown and to know ... love.
Just the right everything. This is you isn't it?
So sad, Kate. Not all mothers are capable of being maternal. xo
So touching! I'd never seen this one before, kate. Lovely and wistful, sad and endearing.
A tear for this little girl.
R.
Little Kate, your poem is so sad and touching. You were a beautiful child, and you are a beautiful woman now, grown. And I hope you don't feel alone anymore. It is your mother's loss. And that you can still give love is testament to what a special person you are.

xxo
Algis, thank you. And, yes, it is me.

Erica, I think you're right ... sadly.

Poor Woman, thank you so very much, my lovely friend.

Joanne, your heartfelt words have touched my own heart. What a lovely thing to hear and feel. Thank you.
Beautiful poem tells a sad story. I'm so sorry. You were such a sweet baby like you seem to be a grown up version of her.
Your mom's loss. r
hilarad, thank you so much for coming to read and for your support. I really do appreciate it. Unfortunately, not only does she and I lose but so does my dad, my children and her great grandchild. Such a shame but that's the way it is and it is indeed her loss.
I don't recall seeing this before. So sad...yet so beautifully expressed. Mother's Day can be painful, for those without motherlove. I wish you love and healing.