This poem is based on and inspired by a photo on a friend and fellow blogger’s site http://yichinglin.com/. “Y” has been inspiration to more than one poem on my blog… Thanks Y! Please check out her work, I’m sure you’ll find, as I have, many things you enjoy.
I haven’t written much in the last few months and during that time, this photo continued to pour its way back into my mind and heart time and time again. I knew when I first saw it that I would write a poem about it. Maybe it grabbed me more because I have a daughter that is almost 16… I hurt for the one in this photo, someone’s daughter, sister, friend… What you do matters whether they are your kids or someone else’s… you have an impact, good or bad. Be mindful, not only of your actions or lack thereof but your words or lack thereof as well. Thanks again Y for inspiring me with this photo and for allowing me to post it on my blog.
I Am – still in need
That little girl, grass between her toes
Bow in hair, flower pressed to nose
The one in diapers you call “hon”
Smiling with pride as I waddle across the floor
Chasing butterflies by day, lightning bugs by night
Wonder of the stars dancing in moonlight
No clue of the long hair to come
Only a shirt for cover, distant stare, craving there
The one you held when knees were skinned
Chin quivering, band-aids and kisses mend
Walking to the bus, first day of school
Wanting to be cool, neither of us cried
Latch key kid, I became
Fixing my own snack, burying my pain
No understanding of where I’m headed
Worn shoes, no socks, driven to go, but where
Starting my venture in the wrong crowd
Wanting to fit in, find acceptance
Losing your lead, first time I bleed
Scared and alone at home, I bury the tears
First smoke of cigarette on the walk home
Needing to talk, you’re not there
Doubts as to my life, worth, ability
Needs being fed by the machine
Growing up fast, innocence won’t last
Must prove I can and claim a “man”
Learning to need, missing hugs
Filling hurt with Speed, alcohol, weed and more
Learning what it takes to open doors
Filling the hole, bigger needs stake costly claims
No thought of the runway model in tattered clothes
Surrounded by hair stylists who know not of her presence
In search of home, peace
My next fix ‘til then
Beauty within looking for love
Still in need of you
Stephen Kellogg – 2011
Love this, great writing!
Thanks for stopping by and especially for the comments. Feedback is appreciated. I’ve done a quick look at your blog and will head back over there when I have a bit more time. In the mean time, welcome to WordPress.
Very moving, true and sad.
Thanks for leaving feedback. The excellent photo taken by Y really grabbed me and made me hurt for the young one in the picture. I was away from posting for about 3 months but this picture kept coming back to me. Very sad indeed.
Glad to see you’re still among the “current” bloggers!! Keep it up, Stephen!
Thanks for stopping by… I was “away” (translated… not making time) from posting for about 3 months… I hope to keep the time between posts to a much shorter interval. 😀
Wonderful pairing with “Y’s” photo, Stephen.
Thanks… this was one of those photo / paintings that as soon as I saw it I knew I would eventually write something about it.
the girl’s facial expression, the environment, the mood of the picture, the poem, they all jived together.She seems like stomping her feet like she’s angry of something. her expression is remarkable, kudos for “Y”.
sadly, there are a lot of teenagers like her nowadays..
anyways, i enjoyed visiting your site stephen. will drop by more often now 🙂
Thanks again for the continued feedback. Y does indeed have some amazing photos. Based on some of her posts in 2010, I wrote a poem for her here:
This is one of those that as soon as I saw the photo, I knew I would write a poem about it. Very sad reality of life.