Poem -

For The Child

The love is for the child
Not the adult they became
And sometimes  moving on
Is the way to play this 'game'

We thought we did the very best
That love would be the key
But clearly  we misunderstood
And blindly could not see

That now exists  a stranger time
And values have all gone
They want 'their space,their freedom  too
And care about no one

Always 'the victim' underdog
Their needs outstrip us all
They hurt the ones who loved them most
For reasons no one can recall

We question always 'were we wrong '?
Did we commit some crime?
Perhaps  we worked too hard, too long
and didn't give them time?

But most of us I know will say
That's not how we recall
Our memories always warmed by love
We gave our kids our all

But clearly that was not enough
We are not allowed mistakes
They don't know how to compromise
That's all that it would take

Just tell us what we did so wrong?
'Cause most of us dont know
And if you can't then I'm afraid
You reap  just what you sow

Although our hearts break every day
Its broken for the child
Our memories you  cant take away
They'll never be defiled

But as an adult you should know
You need to grow a pair!
Its no good knowing you were wrong
If we're  no longer  there

We tried our best..in fact much more
To be your 'paragon'
But now the pain is just too much
So from my life ..you're  gone.

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Being Me

This is incredibly moving x

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Lodigiana C

Thank you so much for your kind words.Having an  estranged  adult child is  pretty tough but poetry sees me through thankfully xxx

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Being Me

Oh bless you.... that must be so very tough. They do not realise how they are ALWAYS our babies. I feel for you, I really do . Thank heavens for poetry Sending virtual hugs xx

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