Child of Longing


Child of Longing

Child of Longing

Creeping up behind me
She tugs at my shirttail
Sadness brimming her eyes
I long to wrap her in a hug

Holding her close
I smooth out the tangles
Wipe the spilling tears
Give her a smile of love

My loneliness lingers
Nearby, never far from the surface
Her need reaches out
Holding on, holding back

The child I was, still hovers
She keeps me grounded
And real...
When I want to believe

She is there,
Sad eyes full of mystery
Spilling longing like bread crumbs
On the journey


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SavVySam commented on Child of Longing


Just imagine if we could all provide some comfort to that special child of our own...that hug...or smile of reassurance...just imagine what peace could be had... Very introspective and thoughtfully composed work! Nice!;)



Thank you so much, Sam, for your insightful comment. I agree, the peace to be found within ourselves if we tend our inner child is surely a source to take into consideration.

danmartyjake1 commented on Child of Longing


Intense sadness and beauty abounds in this beautifully expressed prose. I felt the words. We all have an inner child residing in us, whether or not we choose to believe it. You captured the essence of that completely in this poem. Very Well Done!



Thank you so much for your thoughtful words of praise. I know I have an inner child, she makes her presence known in no uncertain terms! So glad you stopped by to read. Thank you!

WordSlinger commented on Child of Longing


I bet you bring her happiness, chidren are so precious, awesome write, ty WS



Yes, they are! Thanks for the read, my inner child is delighted with your comment...

Grito commented on Child of Longing


I agree that it is essential to nuture our child, they are us!!!



that's right, just give them a little recognition and they are delighted... thanks for stopping by and reading!

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

bloomingsun’s Poems (29)

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Spilling Light 2
Delivery 2
Gathering Light 9
Spring Haiku 2
Touchstone 5
Promises 1
Let Us See 4
Summary 3
Gift 7
Plea for Peace; a villanelle 7
Her Escape 16
Confession 7
Out of Our Hands 7
Child of Longing 6
Wait 5
Advent 13
haiku 7
Beach 8
Vows 4
Let Down Again 4
Just Thinking 3
Muse 3
Blossoms 3
The Power of a Flower 5
Heaven's Beach 8
Her Heart 2
Renewal 5
breaking 6
Morning on the Dock 9