Watching her walk away from the vehicle
Flipping her back pack over her shoulder
Head looking down as she crosses the grass
What will the day have in store
I watch and wonder
And hold out hope for her
Only the best is my deepest wish
If only I had some control
You buy them the bike
And teach them to ride
But you must let go
Even while your fingers continue to clinch
Love and protection
Go hand and hand
If only there was some bouncer
That I could tip
To get her in the VIP room
A life full of all that can be
Wondrous and joyful
While you are a little nervous for them
You strangely have a another smaller feeling
One of envy at all that lies before them
A part of you wonders
What if I could do it all over again
What would it be like
And who would I become
It has been said that
Youth is wasted on the young
But how could it not
With no possible way
To truly know what a incredible gift
You are living
How can a man born rich
Truly understand how lucky he is
He thinks that he does
But without ever being poor
The full appreciation can never be obtained
So alas maybe this is just another reason
We are so linked to our children and their lives
We at least in a small way
Looking in from the outside
Can once again feel joy from
These moments of the young
But this time with a full appreciation
Of their true importance
When you combine that
With the fact
That our love for them
Is 100 fold that of
Our love for ourselves
We can never feel
Even remotely close to the same amount of pride
For a major accomplishment we have
Versus a smaller feat of theirs
All of this renders us
Not just cheerleaders
Always in their corner
But in some way small mirrors of them
Wasn’t that supposed to be
The other way around
(Thanks for reading)
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What an incredible prose. You have, in every stanza, hit the nail on the head. I felt like you looked into my thoughts and put them on paper. This piece was excellent! I have one son and you found that place in my heart that is dedicated to him. Wow. I really liked this stanza:
“Looking in from the outside
Can once again feel joy from
These moments of the young
But this time with a full appreciation
Of their true importance”
You also showed me how beautiful a prose could be. Thank you for sharing this, you touched my heart black swan. I am so glad I subscribed to you awhile back. I read this three times, with my first cup of java and feel like I just had dessert.
I am sitting on a train reading others poetry. I saw you comment and it really makes me feel good. Thank you for telling me.
You really did capture a lot of the feelings and thoughts we as parents go through. I was reading the email they send from the subscription and it was the first three stanzas and I was clapping, then I seen read more. I was so sure you were done and when I read the rest I was glad you weren’t. Thanks for sharing yours feelings and thoughts, maybe the children will see and learn something.
Thank you so much. But I don’t think they can ahead of time. In time they will on their own. I guess it is part of the circle of life we cannot escape.
This is a touching prose, one that shows the delicate sense of the heart. Really well penned my friend ~ Rose
thank you Rose. you are always so kind
~a full appreciation
Of their true importance~
. . . within The Galaxies, of Their Eyes . . .
🙂
A beautiful insightful piece that made me smile. I really enjoyed the last two parts, for children are supposed to reflect their parents but you so funnily show the other side of the coin. It is true your child’s littlest achievement is something you want to shout about. A great heart warming composition.
thank you pervagus. Yes we live through them in many ways.
Wonderful piece. Greatly enjoyed. The entirety just takes you through, so fluidly. Absolutely love how you ended the write as well:)
thank you I appreciate you stopping in
You have vocalized very well and now have some understanding of how I have felt since the day you were born. Well done my son!
Geeeezzz 🙂
The last few lines are just beautiful.
It’s first week of school on Monday for lots of kids near here, and the beginning definitely reminded me of that special day.
thanks Jess. I know another year gone man 😦
“…How can a man born rich
Truly understand how lucky he is
He thinks that he does
But without ever being poor
The full appreciation can never be obtained…”
PROFOUND!
thanks Steve have a good one
amazing 🙂
thank you
this is terribly perfectly excellent. Good work.
thanks Jesse
🙂 my babes are starting tomorrow and you wrote exactly what I am feeling, well done! 🙂
my entry is here:
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/08/21/vanished/
insightful and so true to life for many of us parents–grandparents, too. A wonderful write.
My offering for this first Gooseberry Garden picnic: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/21/this-eden/
thanks charles
captivating…
thank you so much Robin
Beautiful poetry, capturing so well what all parents feel. Very nice!
A life full of all that can be
Wondrous and joyful
I too wrote this wish in a recent poem but to a child that will never be born. Beautiful and honest. Thank you.
Yes, the beginning of school blues. My daughter is a senior this year and I am feeling very emotional about it as well. Well written.
thank you Diva appreciate it
That part about buying a bike, teaching how to ride but finally leaving the rider on his/her own… really touching. Allegorical to something really universal.
thank you and yes I agree. I think most of this is.
so touching. we may be letting go but love is the invisible string. lovely write 🙂
thank you and that is some strong string 🙂
moving, beautifully expressed.
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Thank you Cello. I am glad you liked it.
think you have just written was is in every parents heart ….thank you
Thanks Kez and thanks for reading
all so true, a tender write.
thank you Mair
smart, wise words, well done…
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thanks Morning thanks for reading
this must be what mirrors truly mean. A time people believed mirrors could trap a persons soul when they died. this poem makes me reflect on that belief, that maybe truly mirrors are the children to their parents. a reflection of the past generation. so beautifully versed. 🙂
Oh my! I totally related to this. Thank you! Well done. Open.
Mine’s here:
http://musingbymoonlight.com/2011/08/24/an-invitation-the-girl-effect-blogging-campaign/
thanks Jamie I’m glad
A wonderful poem, you have captured so many emotions, worries, fear and joy at the same time. Great metaphore as well…as parents we are really responsible for the right reflection….
We try to be but they steal it away 🙂
This is so true. as a parent, I definitely feel this poem!
thank you we all face the same reality.
very profound…
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Thank you Noiseless
You’ve written this so well that even those of us who have not had the joy and angst of parenthood are able to experience the feelings. Victoria
wow that is a very nice thing to say.
How well you capture these parental feelings. Nice job! hugs, pat
thank you Pat appreciate it