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Sentimentality
Keeps messing with my head,
It takes a pleasing moment
And makes it magnificent instead.
Nostalgia paints it golden
Makes it altogether pure:
A rose-tinted yearning
Is what I wistfully endure.
I long for a future
Where I’m not dissatisfied.
I want to find a place
Dreams and reality can collide.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2017)
I saw the world in black and white
And everything seemed clear
Assured of what was right and wrong
Of all that was loved and dear.
But as I grew, the grey seeped in
And with it my uncertainty.
I saw that decisions made
Were not fuelled by perversity.
Life is much too complicated
To always get things right.
You can’t judge someone’s choices
Unless you truly know their plight.
To utterly understand decisions
To see the world’s vast views
You have to do the impossible:
You’d have to walk in their shoes.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2017)
Like unmined diamonds
Their feelings lay buried.
Their dazzling beauty, concealed.
Suppressed but perfectly preserved.
Unchartered, undisturbed.
Unexplored.
And it would take an explosion
To erupt their true exquisiteness,
The enchantment of these jewels
Would be unsurpassed, unparalleled;
But neither held the catalyst.
Neither would light the touch paper.
So there the rough diamonds lay.
Pure and magnificent.
Unhandled by human touch.
Unscrutinised, they held their enduring beauty.
Unfathomable enigma.
For all eternity.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington
A poem from an old teenage years notebook.
Although it’s just another day
And the ticking never ceases
The poignancy of 12am
Can make many go to pieces.
Taking stock of where you are
And what you want to be
Of everyone you’ve loved so far
While trying to be happy.
New starts don’t have to happen
At the changing of a year
But I’ll raise a glass for all of us
As midnight draws near.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2016)
As the clock goes bong
And you hear that song
Don’t look at what’s wrong
We will get along.
Don’t shed a tear
Instead let’s cheer
At another year
We will banish fear.
We won’t be divided
Try not to be misguided
Do what auld lang syne did
We will be united.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2016)
My heart lives on my sleeve
I try to hide it away
But it seems to believe
It should be on display.
I told it to be discerning
To try and trust less
But it’s terrible at learning
And ends up in distress.
It feels the world around it
And other people’s pain
Ends up absorbing every bit
When I wish it would restrain.
But though I find this gruelling
And physically a drain
I know that it’s fuelling
What makes us humane.
I will teach my offspring
To love with all their hearts
To grasp all that life can bring
Indulge, although it smarts.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2016)
I originally posted Slow Down in 2015
Little girls, little girls,
Made from all things nice, we’re told.
Emotions often uncontrolled.
Pink and sparkly,
Often arty.
Sugar and spice,
Girls cost a price,
Meek and mild,
A well-behaved schoolchild.
Fairy tales and dress up,
Make believe and make up,
Ponytails and polkadots
Plays mummies with a dolly cot.
Maybe they are, maybe they’re not.
But if this all you see
Then you’re missing a lot.
Little girls, little girls,
Confident and courageous,
Determination that’s contagious,
If self-belief is encouraged
You will always see them flourish.
Tender heart but robust
Someone you can always trust.
Logic when the world’s absurd.
Her sense of justice undeterred.
Intelligent, a top tree climber
Don’t ever let the world define her,
She can do it on her own,
With vision and grace to be shown.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2016)
Also read Little Boys or try Slow Down
Little boys, little boys,
Made from frogs and snails, we’re told.
Big and bold,
Holes in socks,
Thrower of great big rocks.
Puppy dogs’ tails,
Fighting tooth and nail,
Puddle jumpers,
Sibling thumpers.
Dirty knees from dragon slaying,
Often disobeying.
Stoic, solid, made of stone.
Bedroom door with skull and crossbones.
Maybe they are, maybe they’re not.
But if this all you see
Then you’re missing a lot.
Little boys, little boys,
Sentimental, hearts of gold,
A more sensitive soul you won’t behold,
Kind and loving,
Needs hugging.
Cheeky and charming,
A smile that’s disarming,
Fragile, frightened,
A mind that loves to be enlightened.
Loyal, gentle, loves to cook
Snuggles with a storybook,
Compassionate and illogical,
Bravado rarely optional.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2016)
Also read Little Girls or try Slow Down