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Talk To Me, Please

by Kate Demeree

Talk To Me, Please

By:Becca Reynolds

 

Why can’t you tell me

How you feel inside

I promise I won’t judge what you say

I’ve told you a lot

Shared everything

You listened to what I had to say

Helped me in every way

When is it my turn to help you

I saw you this morning

Sitting all alone

At our table

Your head buried in your arms

I asked you what was wrong

You wouldn’t say

I wish you would talk to me

Like I talk to you each day

11/30/2003

Author's Note: My thirteen year old wrote this to a friend, and gave it to me to read and share.

Posted on 12/01/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 12/01/03 at 05:14 AM

I have to agree with Phillip. Your're certainly a chip of the ol' block. *smiles*

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/03/03 at 02:57 PM

to mom and daughter: How you both collaborate to bring more beauty into each other's lives and into ours! You are lucky to have each other and Becca, I especially appreciate your honesty and the love that went into this poem.

Posted by David R Spellman on 12/04/03 at 11:32 PM

A real sweet gift, both in presenting it to you to share and in the offer of the sentiment contained within. Must make you proud!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/21/04 at 12:33 PM

like mother like daughter. the words flow as naturally and unpent as spring breezes.

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