Birthdays

Troubled hearts

Butterflies

Wings spread wide

Hanging mid-air

 

Little fingers pointing

Asking ‘where?’

 

Cornered moments

Rooms filled with...

How much did we do?

Accomplishments measured in emotions

 

Diplomas on the walls

Torn down and tucked away

Underestimated for their hours worth

Prize too heavy for what they were

 

Innocence prefers an open mind

Youthful indiscretions, slowly but surely

 

On the verge of something

We look back, wondering and judging

Every little piece, trying to sort this hollow ache

 

Wondering where we should be flying

If the wings we have will fold or hold

 

Little fingers pointing up

Saying ‘I want to be like you’

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ani Ashford]

I especially like the last few lines. :) Life is ever evolving and I was realizing how much our culture puts an emphasis on 'birthdays'. We are cumulative experience.... not a date. The only regret is not to have recognizd the choices, or savored the moments even when life is painful. Thanks for your wonderful poem. You express it all very well.

[Mysty Rayn]

I love the last line. Reminds me so much of my daughter. This is a great poem. Where we've been and where we are going.

[O!]

Gosh!...the end brought tears to my eyes.....
how often we think like we havent accomplished anything but then comes a child who says he or she wants to be like u.....
doesnt that bring everything back in perspective?

x,
O!