Six Scrappy Kids

six scrappy kids
at odds with
their world
and each other

fighting, bickering
knock-down-
drag-outs,
teasing, taunting
abusing, chasing,
running from,
running after,
screams and
jeers, tears
and fear

hair pulling,
pinching,
scaring and
hitting,
bullying,
demeaning

crammed into
small spaces
no elbow room
nowhere to turn
or take a breather

from each other

no place to think,
reflect..ponder
the world and
our place in it

a war zone,
no peace
except when
asleep

but magically
a miracle
was rendered

we grew up
we searched
we found
that we liked
each other

we spoke
and listened
and knitted
our hearts
close together

we are our
sangha
our dharma
our refuge
our peace

Over at dVerse Poets, Mary asks us to reflect on peace:  http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/05/peace-within-and-without/

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  1. What a wonderful transformation.
    Reflected in the word choices.

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  2. I think this one of your best Gayle and really enjoyed it.

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  3. …The reading goes faster and faster as fell down to the entire flow of this piece…and i enjoyed it…smiles…

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  4. This is a great poem Gayle!
    I think you described here many a family, particularly my husbands family, six boys and two parents in a back to back tiny house.

    Yet again it made me think about in general how even as adults we still fight and scrap and kill. Where is the sangha there? We seem to have gone sadly wrong somewhere.

    Forgive me, I am ranting and probably moving way away from our lo ely poem! :)

    Love

    Christine xxx

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    • Thanks, Christine…so glad you liked this. Yes, it was pretty torturous…add to that an alcoholic father…whew, pretty heavy. Truly a miracle we ended up close and loving…so many family members don’t.

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  5. def this picks up in pace as you read it…the excitement level growing…and all before it that you wnet through, led up to this…smiles…

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  6. I enjoyed this. I could just picture your childhood home, and at times it must have been wild…but all the while you were learning to interact with one another and appreciate one another, all of which held you in good stead in adulthood when you were each other’s safe haven in a storm. I (with a small family) envy this. I think many people would.

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    • I had no clue I was learning how to interact in a sane manner to anyone…or to appreciate one another either. We truly were blessed with an invaluable gift. Thanks for sharing, Mary…and for the great prompt.

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  7. I love it Gayle, it reminded me of my growing up years (we are 5 children) ~ I like the contrast of fighting and bickering when young, then re-discovering and connecting with love and support as adults ~ Peace ~

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    • Well, then you have an inkling of what it was like to grow up with so many in the family. So grateful that we have each other. Peace to you, Grace.

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  8. is this your story ?

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  9. So true. Great poem, thanks for sharing.

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  10. oh i’m so glad you we spoke, listened and knitted your hearts together…finding peace and each other…so precious

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  11. Gayle sounds so like the Dreamwalker Household I grew up in as I was the eldest of 5 :-) Wishing you a Great start to the New Year and loved this poem :-)

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    • So we weren’t the only crazed household…good to know! Thanks, Sue. Having a great start to the year…many wishes for your great start too. :~)

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  12. I suspected that this was the direction this would take…and sibbling are always there for you no matter what. Special relationships.

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  13. This is FANTASTIC – all the more inspiring for what it takes to get from there to here.

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  14. Different number, but I definitely remember this, bought a smile remembering the play fights of youth. A brilliant poem.
    The Lonely Recluse.

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    • Glad you can relate TLR. Although I don’t think ours were “play” fights…we were out for the kill…luckily enough, none of us perished though. We would have gotten in too much trouble! Haha…

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  15. It’s in the rough and tumble that many of our sharp edges get smoothed off. We only appreciate it later, coz it hurts at the time. Thanks for sharing this glimpse into your childhood.

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    • I can attest to the pain…yes, very hurtful…but our love somehow survived. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Tony.

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  16. This is very nice. Well told. k.

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  17. Amen! Isn’t that wonderful? I really like this – the poem and its spirit. Well done and good for you guys.

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  18. very sweet write… just how life is… my sis had 8

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  19. How wonderful that you have this now. It doesn’t always happen. My younger sister and brother and I are at odds with the oldest but nothing to be done on that front. But the three of us get along so much better now. There were five of us and yes, not lots of room. :)

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    • No, it doesn’t always happen. I’ve heard many stories of siblings that haven’t spoken in years. It’s a blessing really when any human beings can get along with one another…

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  20. Connections are connections, no matter what form they take. What a wonderful way of illustrating that.

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