"To a Child"

“To a Child”

I am afraid of summer

Because I once lied to you.

And as you grow older,

I am afraid that you will do it too.

 

Just a little lie to protect

Innocence and hope,

 

But leaves will inevitably

Fall, and I wish that I never lied-

So that you could see the beauty

Of it all.  

Reviews

[Pete]

interesting - lying to spare a little one from fear. is there really such a thing as a little white lie? all truth is revealed in due season. many tell their little ones that the dead are, "just sleeping".

[John the Baptist]

Reading this, we must wonder about the nature of the lie. I doubt it will do any lasting damage, as little lies seldom do. But of course, mothers will always worry.

[Amanda Reynolds]

Thank you, the original nature of this lie was to protect a young one about the questions of death, so complicated for me when speaking to young ones (and me too) ...

[emmajoygreen]

Initially, seems such a sad flock of words, Amanda. But telling what will come back another time is like magic, a wonderful present to look forward to. Plus, everything, everybody, needs a rest, a sleep.. a holiday. Explantions and the promise of next year's glory will make for magic whilst a child is too young to know the truth and nothing but.. Charming words.. smiling words by the finish.

[Amanda Reynolds]

Thank you, yes, I wrote this in my memory of my mother trying to protect me and now seeing more of life so many more questions and possible magical possibilities come up over our seasons.

[emmajoygreen]

Is a beautiful written poem, Amanda.. moving in the best way. Your mother gifted you with so many beautiful thoughts and memories, dear friend.

Must away to my dreams now. God bless.. ..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I see this as more than just a parent to a child...i feel inklings of politicalness as well.
Will our young ones ever trust politicians again?
I poll my students and pretty much all of them feel no regard for politicians or politics at all for that matter.
I love how you went from summer and the lies to fall and the repercussions....the beauty that might not be real ever again.
You can see my avatar and the pic of my mother in Vermont in 1957 and tell how I feel about it all.
We didn't think of lying back then.
Love your poem.

[Amanda Reynolds]

Thank you so much, I guess youth is youth- age or experience, I will check out your recommendation!