I can’t say I don’t like my life,
For that would be far from the truth.
But there is one thing that bothers me so
And that was the day, I lost all my teeth.

It would not have been that bad,
If during the whole span of last year,
I didn’t cry all the time, from my despair,
And I could have at least, worn some false teeth.

Other than trying to eat, then could not,
It greatly effected how I looked.
I suddenly transformed from young woman,
Into the old grandma without any teeth.

So I hid myself away, in my own little world.
That way no one could see how I looked.
My family tried to encourage me a times.
But I didn’t want even them to see, me with no teeth.

A traumatic and miserable year has gone by.
And I put my family through many kinds of hell,
For it’s was very hard for them to stay close,
When I turned inside myself, because of teeth.

I changed overnight, from a lady that smiled,
To a scared person that always covered her mouth.
I would cry if I saw how I looked in a mirror,
Cause I hated how I looked without teeth.

I lived though one of the worse years I have known,
As it had taken me a whole year to finally mend.
My family was strained, but it getting better again,
Now that I say with a smile, “I have teeth”.
 
 

So who am I now, for the all the world to see?
And what do you really see when you look at me?

As I opened the gift, and saw my new friend.
All you could hear was a cry of joy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.

My dad thought is was silly to see.
when I worried more that my doll might fall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.

I talked and I talked and never did stop.
Just like my new friend, that I now did enjoy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.

Note:From that day on my fathers nick name for me was Chatty Kathy.
My real name is Kathleen and I love to talk.

 

A word, a single word comes to my mind
When I describe ‘the me’ you want to know
This word is used by all my friends, I find.

With some it takes a bit of time to grow
And another will take more time to see
This word describes ‘the me’ from head to toe.

But in the end they all in time agree
That most the time to pick a single word
This one small word can be the sum of me.

The word is sassy. Is this what you heard?

Red hair, blue eyes, the first thing you see,
Partly Scottish and Irish I be
Also English, and Welsh,
With a smile you can’t squelch.
This is what you see when you see ME.

What you don’t see when you look at me,
Is how sassy and wild I can be.
All of my friends proclaim,
I am a sassy dame.
And to this claim, they will guarantee.

Tomorrow’s poem I will write starts to stir in my head,
Then I think in my head, something is wrong; I need to get out
Ahead there is a road, behind me is unknown and I dread.
Lurking in shadows a figure is dark, I try to scream or shout.

Then I think in my head, something is wrong; I need to get out
I try to calm down with the danger around, to think what to do.
Lurking in shadows a figure is dark, I try to scream or shout.
Sudden and swift the colors shift and everything goes askew.

I try to calm down with the danger around, to think what to do.
Rhyme this; rhyme that, I turn to hear someone screaming.
Sudden and swift the colors shift and everything goes askew.
Floating clouds are all around, that gives the air of dreaming.

The world outside my realm is strange to me.
For venturing out of my boundaries
Is not what I can do so easily.

I give you my sincere apologies,
For I have fears you might not understand
What shuts me in from all adversaries.

It did not happen fast, it was not planned,
This was a thing that developed over time,
And is not contagious by holding hands.

I am in prison but not for a crime
My jail cell is more like the mental kind
Where there are no real walls for me to climb.

Shut in my house is where I am confined.

II

I do have contact with the world outside
Though family, the web and the TV
But that is not my world where I reside.

I do admit, with care, I can go see
The world outside, but in my mental state
I rush to get back to my home safely.

So outside my house I can not relate
To things, because I am not part of it.
I am an outsider because of fate.

My world is not too bad I will admit
And I am thankful for what I have too,
Because I could have given up and quit.

But I have family to see me through.

III

As you can maybe see, my shut in life
Revolves around my family the most
And I am mother as well as a wife.

So over years, I have become engrossed
With my small world, and not the world out there,
Where I decide if we have rice with roast.

My family is totally aware
Of my small problem and deal with it well
They help me when I am in some despair.

And when I take a step outside my shell
They give words with lots of encouragement
Which in the end it helps me to excel.

But for now in my world I am content.

With one more memory of the near end,
To come back to the lonely world I spend.