Must Be Nice

Sure, you’re just a small child.
But it must be nice
To have both mommy and daddy’s love.
While they left me in the dark to shiver.
I can see how mommy loves you so.
I’ve never seen her so happy
As she is when around you.
I can see her smile, her joy.
With me…all she has is anger and tough words.
All I wanted was her affection.
And now she just ignores me.
As if I’m just an object or toy you throw away
After one uses it.
To them lately,
I feel like just another girl.
The girl with no parents.
The girl who has to sing herself to sleep
Instead of hearing her parents’ lullabies they made up.
Must be nice to have their affection.
Must be nice to be so young and make them so proud.
I could never do that.
I’ve always wished, but it’s never happened.
Nor will it ever.

Reviews

[paradise]

it must be nice to never have to go through hell. Nice write

[Loki Ragna-rock]

your poem was a lullaby for me, and I cherish it because my parents were never there, either. may you find songs that are lullabies to your ears, as yours are to mine.

[sharonlee]

So very poignant & wrenching.

Peace

[Dark Aeris]

You have no idea as to how I can relate. That bittersweet realization as you put it at the end, "I've always wished, but it's never happened. Nor will it ever" really did make me almost break into a muted sadness, a choked up tear. I'm sure you'll find your own family though. In my own case, those few people, very few people I call real friends have made up my own. And though I've come to accept I'll never really be a part of my own family, it's nice to have people there when you need them. As compared to being faced with only your flaws or anger, or perhaps just being essentially ignored. Things get better, or so I really do hope they do for you.

[No name]

The sadness of not being showed love when they are completely capable of giving it. You expressed great emotion and made it so the reader could really feel and imagine the child's wanting. Great write.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the sorrow is palpable through the raindrops of words hitting in soft patterns against the windows of reflection~ reminds me of a line from a Spohie B song "I learned to rock myself, child." =)~ sometimes that's all children have~ their own arms~

[Kelsy]

Awww such a sad poem! :-( I feel like I can step in this girls shoes...

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Very Heartfelt.. I am saddened as I read this wistful piece. I felt the sorrow and loneliness with a tinge of jealousy, not in a bad way, either... it is justifiable to feel this way. Nice write.

[JRB]

IT WILL HAPPEN IN TIME, SOMEONE IS THERE AND YOU ARE JUST A MOMENT AWAY, A FLEETING DELIGHT