Childhood Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Childhood Loneliness



Childhood being wasted on grown-up dreams of business,
as children sit around awaiting decisions that never
come.
Adults too busy to notice the broken dreams of a
Saturday at play or in the park by their own children.
Pushing themselves with long hours of tiring work,
not even realizing they are doing the same to their
children.
While taking away time from what they're supposed to
be doing, daydreaming, playing with friends and
investigating options as they parade their way into
lives of youngsters.
A lifetime of loneliness and a feeling of not
belonging when with others their own age, creates a
vacuum of shyness that can never be replaced.
Personal experience expounds this agenda, knowing it
all too well in my own life, having grown up in
restaurant kitchens alone in a corner of a grown-ups
world.
Inclined to watch and learn from mistakes being made
by others, I faded into the distance as I developed
my imagination creatively and subconsciously, allowing
me one day to become a poet of notable standing.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Parents had a snack bar when I was born and several Italian restaurants in New Jersey until I was ten. Can still remember
sitting for hours in my baby tenda (high chair) , kicking my
feet against the back just to let them know I was there. Very vivid memories of that.
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