Poem -
Time
We watch them growΒ
We heal their wounds
We carry them home
We plan their big eventsΒ
when they are small the look up to us
They even adore us
But when they are almost grown they frown at usΒ
They curse at usΒ
They even runaway from us
When did we cross that time ?
I can't seem to remember that part!
My sweet little child Β that adored me so now seems to despise me even moreΒ
WhenΒ did we cross that time ?
They say it will all be ok just give it time,
But what isΒ lost while I'm waiting onΒ time ?she seems to be no longer mine,
I'll give it time Β
I have no choice and pray to god Β we find what we lost while I gave into time !!Β
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Love your poem.Β Like your name.
wonderful piece Kim. Welcome to Cosmofunnel.
XX Lisa
True 'ting!' Kim... yes, at times parenthood will make you scratch your head in confusion with its many contradictions...I like the way you wrote this, conversational, withΒ a mingling of humor and frustration, many parents are 'getting this'....really nice job, the subject matter is cool as well...cheers
Thanks everyone for taking the time to read my poem it's all true for me at the time I wrote this,it was just the begining of raising a teenager :)