The Little Face I Was Born With
{This poem was entered but did not place in the ONLY 2025 POSTED POEMS CONTEST, judged on 1/21/2025}.
This entry is for the Second Chance For Non Placement Poetry Contest
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The Little Face I Was Born With
Christine Munsell, January 2025
This is the little face I was born with
And when you meet me you will see
My little baby face
You may not see it right away,
But you will see
This little face
With, still, the hope I had as a baby
That someone will love me
I have love
To give
To others
To the universe
People have come into my life
And I, with each one,
Bond
And each one will detach
Like a shin splint
An injury that burns, but I know this feeling
I know how it goes
And one day, healed,
I walk on, I walk, not away
But just one step in front of the other
As a baby does
I am still that baby
The one my mother loved (until I matured
And then she walked away)
Without real relationships with people
With Christmas alone,
My birthday alone
Any illness alone -
I still love,
I love the animals who look at me
With the intensity of a magic spell in child’s play
A smile of knowing - there you are,
You, my great blue heron - i love you
You, my sweet young possum, let me feed you something
All of you stray cats in the dry blizzard, I’ve warmed up some nice wet food
For all of you. I’ll also set out some warm water for you to drink.
Just give me a little eye contact – I’ll talk so sweetly to you.
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