No Longer

No longer a child
and yet not old
No longer shy
still not bold

In between
rich and poor;
good and bad…
wanting more
than my mother had

Full of ideas
and things to do
Feel like paper
in need of glue

4 thoughts on “No Longer”

love it…..that seems to be happening a lot here 🙂

i’ll always take ‘love it’ for a comment. nothing sounds sweeter to a writer i guess.
sarah

i’m running out of things to say sarah! i looked back on that first comment and it seemed bland, so decided to explain it…

your comment was fine – no explanations necessary.
sarah

I do love it 🙂

thank you, qazse. and welcome.
sarah

Dear Sarah!
I’ve flown through your poems, but this one stopped me hovering still! Superior rythm and impact!
Cheers,
Robert-Gilles

why yes you have! thank you for spending so much time reading my little poems, i’m very flattered. this one is a personal favorite of mine.
sarah

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