CHILDHOOD DAYS

Loss of childhood

CHILDHOOD DAYS

I yearn for those days when he was young,

I realise the feelings were akin to none

On your shoulders he lie asleep

The heavenly scent made me at ease

I cherish the touch with those tiny little fingers

On my cheeks with that lingering smile

I miss his weight on my shoulder

When he drifted off to a deep slumber

I wake up at the crack of dawn

To see the little one rouse from his sleep

With hands stretched & then a big yawn

Gazing into my eyes & then it skips a beat

My baby is now an adolescent

Towers over me at 5 feet tall

When he is in tears, it breaks my heart

Bring a tear unlike the past

Now he faces the great unknowns

Caring less of what mattered most

No longer striving to please Mom & Dad

Personal preferences fair at large!

He seems to be at his loose ends

Restless, frustrated and discontent

He seems to fight to move ahead

Share of loss for parents as well.

Gone are the childhood interests

‘Boredom’ is the name for all the loss 

Hey cannot find what he is searching for

‘Freedom’ is all that he calls for!

Parents never ever miss a chance

To etch every moment when they are small

The littleness, innocence and closeness

Will soon be an irredeemable loss!!

Reviews

[Damien Ridge]

It's hard, special, and amazing watching them grow up. I miss the days I would rock my daughter to sleep every night on the chair. Simple times. Thanks for sharing, was a really good poem!