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Parts of Me

The parts of me
that did not survive
my childhood
include:

a ballerina
an artist
and a veterinarian.

I look for them
in my writing,
in my solitude,
in my children,

dancing
drawing
or animal watching

Comments

  1. Oh, this is so true. I wonder if any bits survived - after all, they did appear here. May you find all of the missing pieces - may we all. Happy New Year, friend. xo

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  2. Lovely. Wonderful places to look for those pieces. And I'm agreeing with Amy.

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  3. Hmm...something for us to think about, Kimberley! Amy may be on to something :-)

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  4. I like how you find bits of your past in the present. Now I'm wondering what missing bits I might find if I look.

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  5. Your poem gives me hope, Kimberley, for the bits I feel I've lost, too. We all need hope. Thank you. =)

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  6. The magic of poetry is seeing something mundane in a new way. I've never thought about those things I left behind in childhood quite like this, a potential inside myself and my children. We have all lost those things. For me, I was an actress as a child. We would practice and perform plays for the neighborhood.

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  7. So many layers to this poem - just lovely. And yes, writing does allow us to rediscover and resurrect pieces of ourselves, which are still there, just out of sight.

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  8. So many layers to this poem - just lovely. And yes, writing does allow us to rediscover and resurrect pieces of ourselves, which are still there, just out of sight.

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  9. Like several others, I love the idea of this. Magical. I have been thinking a lot recently about things I used to love and have given up- mostly horses and art- and how I might go back to them. Hmmm.

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  10. Like several others, I love the idea of this. Magical. I have been thinking a lot recently about things I used to love and have given up- mostly horses and art- and how I might go back to them. Hmmm.

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  11. For me, it was architecture and tree-climbing.

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  12. Your poem is very timely for me, since I've been thinking a lot lately about all the stuff we're pieced together with. They're never really gone though are they? They've just gone through a metamorphosis.

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