Me & Amadeus – A Poem

For DversePoets: Meeting The Bar Prompt

Cold nose pressed
To winter’s window
My long eyelashes
Splashed with-
Almost tears – Fear
Kissed cheeks burn
Time passes so slowly
When little hands
Mind the clock, “Stop-
It’s okay, she’s fine-
Just late” -reminding
Myself to breathe
Each time a car
Isn’t her’s again-
I trace half of a heart
Into the frosted fog
And my little eye
Keeps watch through
The blurring lines,
Hugging Amadeus
Cheek nuzzled to
His ever fuzzy ear
To wipe away a
Stubborn tear
“Now, now, don’t
You worry, she’s
Coming to get us”

Gretchen Leary 2013

Note: I was such a worrier as a child. Naturally my mother always showed up. I was just anxious. And I actually did not get Amadeus until later on in life. I’m not sure what teddybear I had at that time. That was just an added touch.

dVersePoets is really bringing back the memories tonight!


About Gretchen Venters

I am 36 years old and I live in Montana. God has set my soul on fire to serve others through writing.
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39 Responses to Me & Amadeus – A Poem

  1. brian miller says:

    as a child i had a panda teddy bear…named teddy…smiles…i still have him actually…well my son does…but everything is so much bigger as a child know…even the worry…a tender moment gretchen..smiles.

  2. heidi says:

    You have written a lovely voice in this poem, expressing the child’s anxiety well. “Time passes so slowly when little hands mind the clock.” I also really like that she keeps reassuring her teddy. Sweet, sweet poem.

  3. wolfsrosebud says:

    ah, the gift of compassion toward people maybe… really felt your tension

  4. zongrik says:

    dogs always seem worried. the other day, i was with friends, and their dog was worried every time we got off the highway, like we might leave her in the car when we got to the destination. my dogs worry about something else for each of them.

    for the thousandth time

  5. claudia says:

    oh minutes can feel like hours in such moments…felt worries…took me back to some own childhood memories as well..

    • This memory stood out so much not just because it was practically a daily ritual to wait by the window but because years later I became a nanny for a little girl in that same house (different family, weird right?) and she did something similar one day

  6. kkkkaty1 says:

    I always worried that I left my children worrying in such ways…felt so guilty as a working mother..oh, they say they didn’t but I think they did…;)

  7. Grace says:

    I can relate to the anxieties of waiting and waiting ~ I don’t think I had a teddy bear, yours was a nice touch ~ Thanks for sharing ~

  8. lucychili says:

    my dog ate big bear. time happens at a different speed when youre small. great poem.

  9. nico says:

    Beautiful–so sad and lonesome, really brought out my compassion for the little girl!

    • Hi Nico, sometimes I think I pity my younger self which is not a great mindset but I was always so worried as a child (still an anxious person) and I feel that it truly limited my childhood in so many ways. Thank-you for stopping by as always πŸ™‚

  10. Mary says:

    I understand the worrying….and also you telling the teddy bear not to worry, your way of reassuring yourself. Everyone, even children, needs someone to reassure, I think….and protect….and love, as you loved your teddy bear.

  11. shanyns says:

    I love this – the worrying, the faithful bear, the reassurance. Really well done!

  12. Love the voice in this. You capture he fretful, worried child quite well!

  13. I’ve had this experience, too, Gretchen. Your writing in this is especially evocative, inviting us to feel that worry. I’m an anxious adult, too. I like to excuse it as a creative edge. Oh well.

  14. Worries are always extra big as a kid. Fortunately the when there is a teddybear that need our consolation. πŸ™‚

  15. Renee Espriu says:

    Such a beautifully written piece, Gretchen. You have a gift and so happy to have come across you visiting my site and at dVerse.

  16. This is so very very true. I tend to be very protective of those who I care about and I seek that same protection from others too. I took a personality quiz once and it said my personality type is called “The Protector” πŸ™‚

  17. Gretchen, I can’t tell you how many times I anxiously waited for my mother to pick me up from numerous events. Such a burden for a worrying child! Your poem brought those memories back. Alas, I had no teddybear with which to share my frustration. I’m glad you did.

    • I’ve had many teddybears in my life but as a very small child (2-3?) I carried around a blanket with satin edges. They eventually cut off the satin edges because it got..yuck lol

  18. Kelvin S.M. says:

    ….and in so few lines you managed to let us feel your heart in it Gretchen… the waiting can be too long and worrying and sad but not too much when we have such a warming companion by our side… excellent poem… smiles…

  19. vbholmes says:

    Great capture of a child’s anxiety–

  20. Oh, so well done, Gretchen. you have caught that fear of abandonment so well.

    • Sadly, I think the reason I am able to capture it is, that even though I have aged, that fearful little girl who is always afraid of being left behind is still inside of me. I actually touched on this briefly in my “Can I Hug You” blog post (Under the Autism Category if you’re interested πŸ™‚

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