Paper hearts
in my pocket
Dear younger, brazen self,
-
I wonder what you'd think of me,
the current me, the hot mess charading as
the grown up version,
whatever that even means.
I'm secretly not sure how to tell if I've
'matured'.
Does that mean I only think in responsibilities and
calendars and laundry soap?
-
I wonder if you'd be disappointed,
think I was a sell-out for not fulfilling all our
dreamy notions of independence
and bucking the system.
Would you think I was lame for having a
mortgage, settling down, worrying
about taxes and car payments?
-
I wonder if you wouldn't be a little proud though
of the amazing and crazy children I'm raising.
They use sarcasm in abundance and
talk their way out of almost anything,
entirely too clever for their own good.
You couldn't envision having kids,
but they hold our heart now.
-
I wear rose-colored glasses when I think of you,
only seeing the endearing parts,
the wild, the crazy, the fun-loving side.
And that's okay, I think.
Poor decisions were made and
words spoken that never should have left your mouth.
and maybe I resent you a bit for those.
We have that in common.
Yet I'm still filled with gratitude
that as you stumbled and learned and grew,
you led us here to our today.
-
I will always carry pieces of you with me,
little paper hearts inside my pocket,
full of memories.
And I hope you'd agree that
I'm the very best version of us.
-
Sincerely,
Older, less brazen me
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Really relatable. One day you're young and fun and dying in a field of too much vodka then you wake up and you're the type of person who gets really excited about a very good quality cheese grater. Then you die 😁
Wonderful and nostalgic words. Really lovely poem.
This is so beautiful 😍
Aww, This is Awesome ✨ ❤️😉📝👣
Such a great slant on this challenge - reconciling what you are from what you thought you'd be - both versions are incredibly talented. Well done.
Well done on this piece! great approach to the challenge. I have a similar idea actually (speaking to my younger self). I love how kind you are to your younger self! Mine, at the moment, is less kind lol, but we shall see! Anyway, well done!
Such a brilliant take on this challenge. My kids have sarcasm in abundance as well 🙃
So relatable. I tend to look with rose colored glasses at my younger self too. Forgetting about the stuff you have to go through to get to adulting ❤️ Love it ❤️
Oh boy. I relate to this so much. Excellent poem <3
To be able to bless the inner child that still lies within you & not condemn her for every folly or misstep but rather thank her for bringing forth who you are today. 'Tis grace that coaxes the smile to come forth as eyes well with tears filled with gratitude, joy & love.
Awww, this was so so sweet! I'm sure your younger self would be so proud of you now!
This is beautiful! ❤️❤️I love how gentle you are with your younger self… and I bet she would be impressed with how things turned out for her 🥰
This was so touching Heather! ❤️
I often look at my younger self and wonder about these things too. Everything she hoped I'd aspire to seems so foggy. Or maybe I blurred those memories because I didn't amount to who she wanted to be... Sad. I love this Heather <3. You always get me to reflect in the most beautiful ways.
Really good, i wonder how many of us are what our younger selfs would have envisioned
Fantastic and so relatable! Incredible, Heather 💕🙂
This is beautiful and touching. I was thinking about what I would say to my younger self as I read it.
Super, superb, splendid!!! Loving paper hearts!!!!
You've published a lot on here and yes, I haven't read them all, however this is my favourite of your works. So honest. It's like you've spoken to that younger self so often throughout your adult years. Sentences so gently and effortlessly placed. This will be a theme that's used by a number of creators and understandably so. But none of them will be better then this one.
Dear Heather ~ I often write - 'For The Kids Someday' - You may want to 'Archive' this for yours someday. Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, Cal 'Senior' Vocal Author
This is for sure a letter that many of us would write to ourselves. But you capture so much of what real life versus kid dreams are like in a poetic, heartfelt way.
soul touching H2, that’s all I need to comment ❤️
Excellent person to write a letter to. "And I hope you'd agree, I'm the very best version of us" She would be so proud of you. I'm sure she is... Great Work!
Another beautiful piece. The transparency is illuminating
Bravo! I love how you made it so openly personal!