Famous
For a while when I was little
I was famous
All my relatives queued
To see how tiny I was.
My acrobatic crawling,
Reported down the phone
To every family member
Walking was no less well received.
My first words so profound
I was called upon to speak
At every celebration
And I always got applause.
When I sang
Silence fell about the room
I performed endlessly
And always got rave reviews.
But it seems fame
Is a fickle thing?
Today you asked me to be quiet
So you could watch the telly?
I was famous
All my relatives queued
To see how tiny I was.
My acrobatic crawling,
Reported down the phone
To every family member
Walking was no less well received.
My first words so profound
I was called upon to speak
At every celebration
And I always got applause.
When I sang
Silence fell about the room
I performed endlessly
And always got rave reviews.
But it seems fame
Is a fickle thing?
Today you asked me to be quiet
So you could watch the telly?
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 9/07/2005 08:39:00 PM
16 Comments:
ahh, what a tender request. to be heard. such innocence. we never get the attention as we once did as kids. yet we all still need it. very heartfelt poem.
this one tugs at my heart strings like a lil one tugs at ones dress!
and lo is so right, who said we stopped needing attention once we are out of our diapers, we probably need more, no we most certainly need more. great, something most ppl shy away of expressing, bravo sue!
Oh dear! this is so sweet! I felt a rush and not a lil guilty (as a mum..lol!)..except that I shush him when on the comp and not on the telly..lol
You write with deep sensitivity my dear, it sure is a reflection on your heart :)
HA! Well said!
But, umm... i think u ought to take out the question marks from the last stanza... it doesnt work. The last '?' should be replaced with a '!'.... just a suggestion.
The need for attention never goes away! You touched a place where the questions go unanswered!
yes it's always different when one is still a baby...a child... they get undivided attention...unquestionable love as oppose to when one is totally grown up. but perhaps it's because as we grow old we lose our innocence and we develope our own selfish motive...or some of us do.
Hi, Aisa (how did that get there? you're quite right
Amie,
I know what your saying but even before some children grow up they may end up evoking the same excited responce as when toddlers, as a parent.
Hi Pincusion,
good to hear from you, hopefully lifes a litte less stresful for you now I think we (parents)all (well almost)feel that guilt trip at times, but who needs perfect parents that would be unbarable.I think anyone who worries about being a bad parent probably isn't For my part I was desperate to hear my children's first words, but there are times when I wish they would be quiet, or not insist I come half way through cooking tea to see a newly developed dance step. I like most parents I think, have to catch myself at times and pretend not always sucessfuly I'm dead enthusiastc when really my brain is in a dozen places. But while we're beating ourselves up they're growing up
Hi Gulnaz, another one of my exorcisms I'm afraid, a rather less than child sensitive incident probably due to parents at the end of their tether (I am familiar with such feelings) sparked these thoughts. I remember this child being the centre of the universe but two kids later the energy is streatched three ways. I think it was the look of confusion that what would once have prevoked enthusiastic responce suddenly.
merited a telling off.
Russel I think you're right there are questions to be asked about how we perceive and respond to children at different stages in their lives
Yes, Sue, we all crave and desire to be heard, seen, recognized. You've expressed that so well.
boy oh boy, yes. your aim is so direct on this one. i remember it well. for such a brief time we are the centre of everything and then it all goes away in an instant making us feel unwanted and unloved. hope i didn't do that to my kids.
great, great poem.
Looking at the pictures on your web sight I'd say there was no danger of that, what we all hope for is that one day our children will become our friends and forgive us any faults in our parenting, the warmth and affection with which you express your feelings about your children would suggest you have already completed this transformation.
Thank you Patry as an admirer of your poetry that means a great deal to me, I think you are right in this, the relationship we have with our parents often defines our feelings of self worth or otherwise in later life
Why is it that people tend to take for granted that which is most precious?
Hi Free spirit, I love your blog, thanks for dropping by. It is something I ponder about. I suppose our loved ones see the best and the worst of us, sometimes it takes a threat to our comfortable existances to make us realise how much we need those we love and how much our happyness depends on them.
Hate the number....
Yes it would be good, but you'd have to relive all the bad ones too
you are a fantastic writer!
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