Sunday, 29 August 2010


When I was small
I knew who I was
I was told many times
I was lovable
and loved
and I was greeted with smiles
Then life happened
and happened
and I no longer knew
and there were no smiles
and the sun rose and the sun set
and the seasons passed
and I was nothing
felt nothing
and then there was you
and I began to remember
and as I looked in your eyes
I saw what you saw
and I was once again greeted with smiles
and I knew once again
who I was.


Poets United said...

I really loved reading this because it captures reality and life so well. Its amazing how when you lose your youth you become so aware of nothingness and it takes another person to point out the good things. Lovely poem thank you for sharing.

Deborah said...

Thank you everso much for your comment, and thank for the welcome :o)

J. said...

I was riding the rollercoaster with you as I read it! Amazing the influence the right person can have in someones life.

Great poem.

Bernadine said...

This is really lovely and such truth in the fact that in our youth we are so certain of our worth and as we grow older we don't receive the same positive reinforcement and it becomes that much more difficult. It's nice when another can hold up a mirror for you to help your see.

Nessa said...

We do hope to see the best of ourselves in our lover's eyes.

Rinkly Rimes said...

Beautiful! I,too, remember being Queen of the World and suddenly becoming nothing! Those awful years! You have described them so lyrically that it almost seems worth the pain.
PS I'm also in Group 20.

rashmi said...

'Being loved' that is the most beautiful time of our life ,the times we feel like living .Very nice poem telling the small age when everybody loves you and cares you then come the time when we feel the hollowness and then when we have someone to love then again our life changes...Beutiful have portraited your point nicely.0..

Judy Sheldon-Walker said...

Very pretty. When I was small I was told I could not do anything right. I was called names, but that was only by one parent. The other loved me dearly.

Deborah said...

Thank you all everso much for stopping by and for your lovely comments x :o)