tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post775523829157079413..comments2023-09-28T05:49:32.583-05:00Comments on *** Reunited Selves *** : Random Thoughts of a Five Year OldShenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-69487412577409224462010-03-30T13:41:11.286-05:002010-03-30T13:41:11.286-05:00Very interesting!Very interesting!Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08237538988856751173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-39153800128871464732010-03-30T13:23:31.109-05:002010-03-30T13:23:31.109-05:00Thank you, Marj... I'll take that hug.Thank you, Marj... I'll take that hug.Shenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-57953280187416626442010-03-30T12:45:39.488-05:002010-03-30T12:45:39.488-05:00This poem really got to me. I'm so sorry that...This poem really got to me. I'm so sorry that nobody ever saw the ways that the little five-year-old girl was crying out for help and did anything about it. It's amazing that we still had enough true childhood in us to make up songs and put on shows, make up commercials, stuff like that. Just amazing. ((((((safe, gentle hugs)))))Marj aka Thriverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06825698906631474866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-53337404915286260002010-03-30T10:02:25.209-05:002010-03-30T10:02:25.209-05:00Hi Katie,
This didn't start out as a poem at ...Hi Katie,<br /><br />This didn't start out as a poem at all... I was just writing random statements - whatever came into my head. There is a part of me from when I was five and six - I think its the same part, still kind of frozen in that time - and those are the issues that have been coming up for me lately. Its confused, in my head, so many images and snippets of memory. <br /><br />I got Shenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-78713550796877767202010-03-30T09:02:37.165-05:002010-03-30T09:02:37.165-05:00also, i don't know if it's been there and ...also, i don't know if it's been there and i just haven't seen it. but i just noticed the artwork underneath your posts. "i have something to say" - what a powerful piece! i feel that it's very urgent she feel listened to.me as i amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14709343968813770150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-70082737360901508872010-03-30T08:57:37.973-05:002010-03-30T08:57:37.973-05:00hi shen~ thank you for sharing this poem. it's...hi shen~ thank you for sharing this poem. it's very powerful. the main thing i get from this was that your childhood was confusing and scary. you had a brother you loved, but due to the dynamics in your family and probably just some natural sibling rivalry and child's feelings, you also acted in ways you feel confused or conflicted about. <br /><br />that large ball of lead is very me as i amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14709343968813770150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-27277109068461735482010-03-29T21:15:41.353-05:002010-03-29T21:15:41.353-05:00Thanks, Sherry,
My memories from my early childhoo...Thanks, Sherry,<br />My memories from my early childhood are much clearer now than they used to be. It has been unfolding like a TV drama, each episode adding to the complete picture.Shenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-14198666977180583682010-03-29T21:14:11.815-05:002010-03-29T21:14:11.815-05:00Thank you, Kathy :-) It felt right to me as well. ...Thank you, Kathy :-) It felt right to me as well. <br />The middle drawer... that secret was as childish as I was. My older brother used to like to tickle me. He would sit on me and hold both my arms over my head with one hand, and tickle me with the other. Once, he tickled me until I peed my pants... and that made me very angry.<br />I went into his room and took something he loved. It was - of Shenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16635993168913490929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-42478892247303118812010-03-29T19:33:16.441-05:002010-03-29T19:33:16.441-05:00I loved it! I don't remember much about being...I loved it! I don't remember much about being 5 - except for the new smell of a doll I got at Christmas one year. Have a great week!Sherryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04217840617951902611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6944698796767874000.post-79424754886536159482010-03-29T10:50:03.797-05:002010-03-29T10:50:03.797-05:00Wow. What a fantastic poem! You captured what it&#...Wow. What a fantastic poem! You captured what it's like to be 5 perfectly and vividly. At least that was what it was like for me to be five in many of the details. <br /><br />I'm haunted by the middle drawer and what's hidden there. Also, something hidden in daddy's room feels ominous. Thanks for sharing.Kathy M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17266701533758183054noreply@blogger.com