I wrote this little poem recently and would like to share it here. I'm not the greatest at attempting poetry but I think it says a lot about life. Anyone's life, really. At the risk of sounding preachy...kindness, thoughtfulness and taking the time with someone go a long way. It doesn't always work with everyone, but "thank you", "please" and the polite exchanges make the world a little more pleasant. As does tolerance. Just my opinion. As always, thanks for reading my blog and copyright applies (©Veronica Randolph Batterson). Stay warm.
Invisible
By Veronica Randolph
Batterson
The child was born a
lifetime ago,
Making her entrance
with little fanfare.
No one took notice.
She cried when
hungry,
And when she was wet.
She longed to be
held.
The child wanted
comforting arms around her,
But she was
invisible.
The baby grew into a
little girl,
With ragged pigtails
and mismatched socks.
No one took notice.
She cried when the
bad dreams came,
And when she was
slapped.
She longed to be
held.
The little girl
wanted comforting arms around her,
But she was
invisible.
The little girl
became a teenager,
With awkward
movements and moodiness.
No one took notice.
She cried when she
didn’t understand,
And when she was
slapped.
She longed to be held.
The teenager wanted
comforting arms around her,
But she was
invisible.
The teen blossomed
into a young woman,
Marrying a man who
told her what to do.
No one took notice.
Living in his shadow,
she cried silently,
And over unrequited
love.
She longed to be held.
The woman wanted
comforting arms around her,
But she was
invisible.
The young woman
matured into old age,
Spending most of her
days and nights alone.
No one took notice.
She cried when her
children no longer called,
And over lost youth.
She longed to be held
when dying.
The woman was laid to
rest in the cold ground,
Forever invisible.
©Veronica Randolph Batterson
