Little Green Basket

by mossgirl19   Aug 6, 2017


You came home that day
With three little baskets
Pink, green and blue.
(for me and my two sisters)
Said all our hair clips and bands
Will have their place.

But I kept leaving things behind
And the green one which came to me
Was a mess when you opened it.

I would still look for my bands
Elsewhere, and I keep on forgetting
Where I last left my comb.

Shortly, the little green basket
Laid there, unused,
For I always deal with my own mess;
Do things my way and I...
I have decided I don't need it.

I came home years later
To find that little green basket
On top of your altar.
You said you forgot
what happened
To them pink and blue.
(My sisters have used them diligently)

But you kept that little green basket
because I discarded it...
As I have discarded
Almost everything you gave me.

I still forget things now
Finding my bands and comb still
Makes me impatient....
I still do things my way and
Clean up for myself after.

You came home one day with
a little green basket for me.
How I wish I have not been
stubborn enough to accept
that I needed it...
That I needed you, your guidance...
not stubborn enough to
admit that... I know you love me...
and that...and that... I love you.

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  • 7 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Judging comment

    "Little Green Basket" By Mossgirl19, 7 points.

    The poem in its entirety was completely captivating. Well written with a flowing tempo that keeps the reader engaged and nodding along.

    With regards to the content and subject matter! We are all individuals and we have our strengths and weaknesses.

    To be independent is a good thing, to be disorganised, often will also lead to good things. You still look upon that little green basket with love.

    I enjoyed this poem and it made me melt, it is truly worth its nomination and my vote.

    Thank you for sharing (7)

  • 7 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Sometimes we fail to appreciate, recognize or reciprocate
    the care, warmth and love which was given to us and we ignore
    it...take it for granted until it hits you and hits you hard...touching.

    • 7 years ago

      by mossgirl19

      It hits hard...really hard, Ms. Meena. Thank you.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Lady Mel, we as children never really see the things our parents do for the reasons they do them. They usually become crystal clear as we get older and have kids of our own. Your write reminded me a lot of that. Loved this-

    • 7 years ago

      by mossgirl19

      Awww, Queen Brenda, you are so right! Thank you.

  • 7 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss M
    Such a beautiful piece of writing
    Really enjoyed reading this

    Much love

    Michael :)

  • 7 years ago

    by Fredy RoMa0u Sanchez

    We all carry a memory of our very own "little green basket".... and it's amazing how easily I can relate to this.... great work... I'm glad this was one of the first poems I read after my Hiatus lol

    • 7 years ago

      by mossgirl19

      Fredy...where have you been? Hehe. Glad to see you around...thanks for the comment.

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