It’s the little things / Your Father, The Stoic

by Lily Thomas

Texas Online Preparatory School

Lily Thomas has been writing since she was 10 years old. After graduation, she plans to study animation at an English university. Lily is passionate about creativity and art of all kinds. She is a writer, poet, artist, and photographer.


it’s the little things

it's the pencil on the doorway

marking every year and age

as you grew taller and taller

it's the paint chipping off the wall

you've hidden it with a sticker

but it's falling down

it's the drawing above your bed

your sibling scribbled one night

that you forgot to clean up

it's the princess stickers in your room

that have been there for years

leftover from your youth

it's the toy on top of the clock

someone placed there one halloween

and never took off

it's the snowflakes in the window

the christmas decor forgotten

and now it's summer

it's the little things

in your childhood home

that you're not ready to let go

Your Father, The Stoic

Your father doesn't cry

He's tall and strong; he carries you on your shoulders

You cry, and he pats your arm

But he doesn't cry

You overhear him through the doors

Around the corner, you peer into his bubble

The one he never lets you see

He looks upset, but you don't know why

So you let him be

When you really think about it, there must have been moments before

When he let his guard down and you saw his brokenness

But maybe you were too young, maybe you were too scared

To let yourself think and understand what it means

The bathroom door is open

And in the mirror is his face

Tear tracks down his cheeks and wet, red eyes

Oh.

He sits you down and tells you the news

It isn't good.

As the years go by, his walls break down

He doesn't need to protect you anymore; you're strong enough by yourself

But you still run into your father's arms when you have the chance

You see his emotions more clearly now. Whether that be because of your maturity, or because he trusts you, you can't be sure

But he's so very human

Your father, the stoic


Interview with the Author

1. What inspired you to write this piece? What was your thought process throughout?

My love for poetry is greatly inspired by my best friend, Astra. She is a beautiful poet, and throughout our friendship, we frequently discussed and wrote poetry together. I never used to be interested in poetry, save for some songwriting here and there, but I have since fallen in love with the medium.

2. What do you hope readers will take away from your piece? What effects do you want the piece to have on the person, community, or society?

Much of my poetry is inspired by fiction, especially stories I create myself. Poetry is an excellent way to get into a character's mind and truly understand their point of view. I also write a lot about the world around me — the things I see in nature or at home. Poetry lets me explore these simple concepts through an artistic lens.

3. What is your favorite piece of fiction (short story, novel, flash fiction, etc.) that you’ve ever read? Why?

Passion, emotion, and love for the medium are vital for poetry. Poetry is a way to express yourself through unconventional styles to convey intimate, complex, indescribable feelings.

4. If you plan on continuing to write, what are some goals/plans you may have for your future?

Poetry is an art that predates us all, and the stories we've told for hundreds of years are still passed down through generations today. It is something that ties us to our ancient roots, something that unites us, something that is intrinsically human. In the rise of artificial creations, pure human creativity should not be taken for granted.

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