My daughter painted this the other day and asked me to write a poem for it. She titled it “Crybaby.” I looked at it for a long time and after observing the obvious I was caught by her eyes.
Music – Derek and Brandon Fiechter
Cry Baby
Looking past the masks you wear
I can see You there in your eyes
Peering through your windows
I can see your Soul
I feel your fear
I sense the fragrance of your envy
I can taste the dark sadness of you
Willing, wanting to be yet, will not
Comical, cartooned, contortions turned tragic
Captured in Culture’s cul-de-sac
Creativity consumed, consecrated to the warped reflection
Callous, constrained, yet secret tears fall down the well
Youth harbors Eternity’s now stirring seed
Weeping moistens the protective layers of self
Masks hide and safeguard the Soul’s germination
But the seed must die in order to live
Cry Baby is not your name
It is the very way you seek
Cry Baby, suffer
Feel the pain of your disloyalty to You
Surely the seed fears the transformation
The pain of the outer shell splitting
Now vulnerable, alive, alone
Feel the light there in the darkness and reach for the sun
Be still baby, just look in my eyes
I can see you there, I see your beautiful Soul
Let go all that is not You, turn inward to see
The amazing You, you were created to be
Great reading voice.
This poem is magical not only because of its poignancy and grace, but the story behind it. What a wonderful gift you and your daughter have given each other, melding art and poetry with love in the mix.
Haunting & illuminating & nourishing. Thank you. And the painting is BRILLIANT
It was a fun collaboration between my deep, sensitive, and talented daughter. It is a privilege as a daddy to do something like that with my children. Thank you for your comments! Especially about he art work.
My first son has started writing so looking forward to a similar collaboration with him some day 😊
It is a delight
A fitting poem for the image 🙂
Thanks for being here
Well done, both of you 🙂
Thank you for stopping by. It was sweet and fun that she asked me
‘Twas!
I see she’s still got her necklace on. Or is it supposed to be a collar of some kind. Jackie’s art is so easily identifiable as belonging to the same artist. She’s very, very good. Your poem is very deep and exposing. How did Jackie respond to it?
She has several with the tags and is getting better every time. I’ve not heard from her. I think they have musical practice. Doing sound of music. She’s Julie Andrews
I’m not surprised. Hope you get to video record a little of her one night.
I will. She’s my favorite daughter. And a most wonderful human
She’s your ONLY daughter, goofus! And yes, she’s a marvelous human. Very intuitive, I think.
O yea I forgot 🙂
It’s an age thing. What’s it going to be this year now? 54? Soon…
Got chills reading this. Thank you for sharing. Your daughter is truly an artist!
Thank you for being here brother. Blessings
And. . . Yes she is. A really cool human being
My daughter is 6 right now and already making me shake my head in disbelief at how cool she is. I don’t know where she gets it from! Cheers, brother.