We all want to believe our children will love us
Hold us, kiss us, stay with us,
and wrap their little hands around our fingers
Big eyes watch big people with big love
But they're a squirmy type
Run away, out of our arms
No matter how far we stretch
Exploring dust bunnies in corners
Carrying shoes to bury in the sand box
They all, will all, run away
And you see then,
Perhaps they are not yours.
Individuals behind those big eyes
And we, again, are left to watch
Like past loves left,
Mother, fathers, gone,
And a thousand friends,
drifted away
We own no one,
Our children owe nothing
And we will all realize how little we are
How alone we are
And in that we must find some happiness
We must find some truth
For them, for us,
For you
I have two sons of my own, and the realism of the reality of these words, this poem, your wisdom, hits me.
We own no one,
...that right there is prophetic. People are loans from the universe, and we must take (good) care of them, or they leave. But then you have a line like this:
drifted away that bring all of that into one perspective: they do (leave)- it's inevitable.
Thanks for a moment of the ball of emotion forming in my throat, tears touching the surface of my eyes.
Thank God they have found these words.
We own no one,
Our children owe nothing.......
This being my favorite part goes without saying. I love this whole piece it captures the truth in so many ways from having children, their growing apart from us, then my two favorite lines witch sum it all up. BRAVO. Charles
I wont say its your best simply cus your characters are alive sometimes but its a great use of that human insight youve got. I feel like its just talking to me as a human rather than an individual yet its tapping into this sureness of thought I know ill have when I have kids.
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