0 0 lsteinglass lsteinglass2015-04-16 22:38:152015-04-16 22:38:15Stolen
It wasn’t mine.
It wasn’t mine.
I didn’t mean to steal it.
It was so soft
and small enough
to fit in the bed
of my hand.
I hid it
in my desk,
but now I wish
What used to be
my secret prize
feels like a hole
in my stomach.
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© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015
What a great poem. A lot of kids will relate to and learn from this. Thanks.
Thanks, Rosi. This one felt hard for me to post so I appreciate your support.
Ooh, I like it! That’s just how guilt feels. Great job!
I love the gentle honesty of this, LIz.
“…in the bed/
of my hand”
We have all been there somehow,
and a poem like this makes us each
Love the quiet power of this one, Liz. As Amy said, we all have done things as children that we later regret and poems like this lead to self-forgiveness.
You really captured that feeing!
A very effective poem, Liz – as others have mentioned, probably solace to anyone who might wrestle with something similar.
If ever a poem about guilt could be gentle and honest, this is it. Just lovely, Liz. One of my favorites so far (and I have a lot of favorites!).
Oh, and I love that it is something so simple as a tassel. It’s just the sort of thing that would lure me, too. 🙂
This must have been a hard one to write, & you wrote just enough for us to understand that awful feeling. “That secret prize” is so tempting for a child.
On the 21st, the emotion for my PO-EMotion challenge is guilt. I have drafted the companion poem to this, about an umbrella theft!
I will be sure to stop by and read it!