And So It Flows

Whatever floats your boat.

 

And So It Flows

© 2007    Mark Pearce

 

I wrote a little boat

Into existence

It floated down the stream

At my insistence.

 

As it lurched and leaped and bobbed

Atop the water

I could sense the hints of joy

Within my daughter,

 

Who ran along the banks

To keep apace

The wind whipping wisps of hair

Across her face.

 

Stumbling on a root

She fell upon

Those tanned and knobby knees.

The boat sailed on.

 

I laughed, but deep within

I was alone.

To know, in few short years,

That she’d be grown.

 

My daughter, you see,

I wrote into existence.

But she refuses to remain a child,

At my insistence.

Author's Note

I'm interested about how readers feel when the piece makes the transition from the boat to the girl.
Is it a smooth transition? Does it bother the reader?

Reviews

[Danielle Asher]

Creative. the little girl is so real falling down, tanned knees. And than the moment you say "I laughed, but deep within I was alone." It hits you with a reality of the fear of letting go, if she is true at all.

it's such a wonderful poem.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

That is true of children whether they are part of your story line or real live creatures. What a wonderfully creative work. Thank you for sharing. Delightful.
Light,
Siddartha

[Nick Erickson]

"My daughter, you see,
I wrote into existence.
But she refuses to remain the child
Of my insistence."

Excellent! Such truth in the poem. Our little ones will not remain little for too long - though we may wish it.
Well done!