For You

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

Reviews

[Marc Mccune]

I am here, in this place you describe so well.

Alone, in the middle. Alone as a son and a father.
Both drawing away, and having been drawn away from.

My father; me, a father and
My sons; me a son.

And do they see the writer's heart I wear on my writer's sleeve, my parents, my children. me, in the middle.

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[J. Ackson Jr.]

I definitely enjoyed the concept of this poem. It is all too common for parents to smother there children and not let the grow on there own, some never get to explore and find the 'dust bunnies.' This piece had a nice flow and my favorite stanza was the last.

'And in that we must find some happiness
We must find some truth
For them, for us,
For you'

This wraps up the poem beautifully. Maybe an inward search for who we really are instead of relying on relationships with family and friends that we try all to hard to maintain and end up ruining. Good Write =).

-j.

[Brandon]

i love this poem...autonomy...even from infants....from the moment that they gain their individuality, they will always be there own, regardless of how much we want to "own" them

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A lot of truth.
And that is genius.

[Kairi Alia]

the description suits it well!

[J. Hampton]

I soooo...liked this
Like a painting it gave us lil' nuances of childish froick & perspective.
Fab piece !!! charming images !!!

"and wrap their little hands around our fingers
Big eyes watch big people with big love "

"Exploring dust bunnies in corners
Carrying shoes to bury in the sand box
They all, will all, run away "
( my fav line ) -------> "And we will all realize how little we are"

All the pandemoneum in my life and adventures ,nothin' can touch being a Mother.
a parents goal should be ( To work ourselves out of a job)
Life is not about US
I have an ecclectic bunch of nostalic trinkets,books etc....I need NONE of them....but I love them all
My greatest joy is in knowing I am Loved more than I am needed,
Bang up Job ...
Blessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss







And we will all realize how little we are

[Elegance]

Being a mother, friend, lover and child, once again Mr Konsor you have brought familiarity into my mind. You speak so clear and convey a message of truth in this poem. As a mother I have always felt that my children were mine. It is the mothers illusion to believe such things. Then one day we realize that our children have grown into their own and they have become their own beings. The lover who thinks that the loved one is a possession is oh such a familiar fallacy ....Friends walk into our lives sometimes for a season and rarely for a lifetime. I think I understood you in this poem and look forward to reading more of your work. You are someone I can learn from.....

Bravo...
FIVE STARS

[Bubo]

I really like this.......very wise and beautifully written!

[Paul McCracken]

Very nice.

[Ryan Merritt]

"All alone is all we are."
or
"Those damn kids!"

[Gandré]

Hello Charles, amazing, I remember myself exatly of doing this, "Carrying shoes to bury in the sand box "... this is a wonderful poem. Lightly and harmonic, it is unfolding, this poetry of love, it has got a sensible binding effect. I like it's message. Its curating.