Through the Eyes of Youth

My granddaughter, May, who is 13 years old, has always had a passion for creating stories and rhymes which she illustrated herself.   Last year, she began to take a serious interest in poetry and since then has produced some truly magnificent work (well, as her grandmother I would say that, wouldn’t  I?). This is why I am posting a selection of her poetry, so that you can judge for yourselves.  The first three poems are taken from May's summer collection. The fourth poem, Star Girl is her most recent work . The remaining poems, were written earlier this year.

If you like what you read, please accord her appropriate encouragement with a ‘tick’ or a ‘like’ (whatever is available).

May is 13 years of age and is a young carer for her brother, who is autistic.

MAY'S POEMS

Who hangs the stars from their delicate golden thread,

Why do our minds race like comets in an endless night sky,

What does the melancholy glow in the graveyard of stars need to shine,

When did the luminosity of the galaxies decide to create the beautiful incandescent emptiness,

Where did the heavenly bodies in a perpetual world decide to be,

How in the wonderful and desolate universe was I lucky enough to have you?

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The music of silence haunts the corners of my mind,

The music of silence is so loud it beats like an eternal drum,

It beats throughout the galaxies and universes,

It is so loud that nobody can hear it,

But it is there,

Beating for itself and itself only. 

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When worlds collide and the sky is filled with nebulas and clusters of angel dust,

When the heavens descend and make beauty on my lonely planet,

When everyone has flown to beyond and I have been left in a melancholy silence,

That is so stunning you can't close your eyes,

But is so inconsolable that you want to,

Will the emptiness in a full sky want to see a singular light,

Even when the world has no dark,

Yet it is so quiet and dim when the moon turns it back and slows time, even though it is only accelerating,

Faster than a comet flying to its destined end,

And the sun has gone out and left me in the brightest eternal darkness,

Left me in the coldest fire but I am alive,

So I ask the heavens if I am good,

So I ask the heavens if I am worthy,

So I fall and I soar to my wanting end.

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STAR GIRL

Oh Star Girl

Seek your reply from far away lands,

You sent a message waiting,

Looking for a place you can see,

As beautiful as the empty sky

Which you gaze upon from night to day,

Oh Star Girl

You stare at the above like it is a god

As you claim it to be one,

Wishing you could fly like the comets and stars,

You try and fail to fly instead you fall,

Still you try to reach the stars,

Oh Star Girl

I admire the beauty you don't think you have,

I love the way you dance on Saturn's rings

Even if it is only in your dreams,

I know you are longing for more,

I see that you want to escape yourself,

Oh Star Girl,

It's louder in your head I can tell,

It's louder than the universe,

Which leans towards you alone

Because you are the universe and it is you,

Because not just the universe said I love you as you are...

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The following poems, for which May holds the copyright,

were written by her in 2023, when she was 12

years old.

A hazy sensation in the mist,

If my mind could only envisage the dream, 

A heavenly view from up above,

I've spread my wings, how about you?

Some memories we hold, others we share,

Some are grey, some are bold,

Some of them are stories untold,

Some bring joy, others cause you to cry,

Over time they dim, start to die,

Alas, when some visages fade to black,

Hope that the love, may it stay intact. 

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 When times get tough,

And our lives are rough,

Remember I'm here,

And I will wipe your tears,

So when the time comes,

And we spread our wings and fly,

You don't have to say goodbye.

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Quick, come hide on the floor,

Come to haunt are things from before...

 The laughs, 

The love,

The long nights alone,

The times together,

The times that felt still as stone,

 A mist of colour in the sky,

Through  which, I'd love to fly... 

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 Cinnamon Buns,

Cinnamon Rolls,

The recipe in the back of the book, 

The recipe you never get to cook.

Cinnamon Loaf,

Cinnamon Cake,

The smell of gingerbread when it bakes,

A small but large happy

And Cinnamon Smiles.

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You say the stars we see are dead,

But that’s just nonsense in your head,

The stars we see may be gone,

But the sight and happiness will live on...

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Time flies by,

Even if the days drag on,

A year has passed, then two then three,

And you're left dazed,

Wondering where half your childhood went...

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