I still remember the day you came to me…
You were the most beautiful baby I could see.
And suddenly you’ve grown to a little boy.
Alongside is your hockey stick, which is your favourite toy.
The years went by and you became a young man.
You are old enough to take your life in your own hand.
I know you’ll make me proud. About that I have no doubt.
But I didn’t see that growing up meant that you would shut me out.
Now I look at you and I cannot understand
how our communication got so out of hand.
I have so many thoughts I would want you to know,
but I’m too much of a coward. My self-esteem is too low.
My love for you is still so strong
so I cannot understand where everything went wrong.
Now I wait for the day when I will dare to say:
Whatever will happen – come what may – I will love you till my last living day.
4 comments:
What a beautiful poem!
- and so true, you can walk on hot coal if you have too! anything for your dearest treasure = your kids... ;D
What a nice poem, Eirin!
I especially liked the last part where you describe how it hurts when the communication between parent and child is out of hand. All the questions you never ask because you are too afraid of what might happened.
You have made a beautiful poem about parents and children. This is just how it is, what we all experience. You do the best you can when you have the children in your care, but one day they fly out of the nest, and you can only hope that their "luggage" is not too heavy.
Well written! Your poem is touching and recognizable, Eirin.
A period of their youth you feel like a cat mother. You want to chase them out of the lair. They occupy every room, quarrel about everything and are extremely self-centred.
- But then you discover: You had them only on borrowed time.
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