Open Poetry #9 |
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BSC
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since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
We made our way through childhood, We ran through those carefree days; As teens we tested the limits, While watching our parents hair grey. We married and the world was ours, As we found ourselves all grown, With adult responsibilities, And children of our own. The carefree days were theirs now, Time for them to spread their wings; And when they hit their teenage years, They went through all the same things. Now we watch those two grown boys, And wonder where the time went, And echo our parent's questions, Was our time with them well spent? Sure we watched them playing ball, And we showed them all that we could, But in the whole scheme of things, As parents, did we do what we should? I guess we'll know the answers, When they have kids of their own, When they start to teach their children, All that they've been shown. This cycle of life repeating itself, Sons, daughters, husbands, wives, moms and dads, Growing up, holding on, and then letting go, Hearts giving the best that they had. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Bonnie you hit the nail on the head with this one! You've described it all so well. I often wonder the same thing myself, but mine are still young. Though growing terribly fast! We do the best we can, where we are, with what we have. We hope the best of the things are what is carried on. Loved it ![]() <*\\\>< The will of God will never lead you, where the grace of God cannot keep you. |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
All we can do is give unconditional love exercise patience while showing a good example then hope for the best you've got it all here very nice ![]() Rex |
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bad little dog Junior Member
since 2000-07-08
Posts 38city pound |
a dog's a good way to teach love and kindness and responsibility < !signature-->dogs love to help with kids but not cats cats are dumb ... Ruff ... Ruff Bow Wow Grrrrrrrrrrr [This message has been edited by bad little dog (edited 08-09-2000).] |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
oh Bonnie, This is one of my favorites, for it speaks what I think and say (in my heart); I'm printing this out and with good intentions of putting this to needlework & frame. Beautifully written! Marcy |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Bonnie, This is exquisite... regards, sudhir. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Hi Bonnie--A good foundation a parent builds and the rest is up to the people who live in the house...Great poem!! |
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juliet_2u Senior Member
since 2000-07-23
Posts 1125North Carolina |
Oh Bonnie this was so lovely. As usual your pen has served you well. Take care, Juls |
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Salooma Senior Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 781 |
well didn't know parents felt like this. i wrote a poem once about what my view of my parents at the time was...here it is: The Things You Always Do You always try to make me happy, And yet you have no clue what makes me sad. You always want me to feel fulfilled, But how can I when part of me is missing? You always try to remind me of how much I still have to learn, But when have you taken the time to see the world through my eyes? You always care to remind me of what's right and what's wrong, But why can't you let me learn it for myself? You always set these high expectations of me, But why doesn't it make you proud to see me try? You always blame me for being so much different than the world, But how can I accept myself being the same? You've never cared to ask me just what I think of life, So how can you ask me to tell you the secrets of my soul? You've always criticized the way I talk, walk, and dress, So why I still love you is a mystery to me. You never understood me and I don't think you ever will. 'Cause I'm not like you and not like the world. Why can't you just accept me the way I am now? Why can't you look into my eyes and tell me that you care? Why can't you bring me closer to your eternal lines, When my own have been broken and trampled over? Why am I always the victim of your brutal attacks? Just because I don't think like you. Just because I don't talk like you. Love like you. Hurt like you. Just let me learn to live like I can and for once just trust me. It relates to what your saying in a way. salooma |
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BSC
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since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
Becky - We just do the best we can....thanks for your kind words. Rex - Thanks, your words should be in an instruction booklet somewhere. Bad Dog - No Cats????? Ok, we've only got dogs anyway....Thanks for reading. Marcy - Well, what can I say, thank you so much, I'm deeply honored. Sudhir - Thank you kind sir. Martie - Thanks, you are so right. Juls - You are too kind, thank you. Salooma - Wow, powerful poem, and I'm sure my kids felt the same way at times, but, we tried...that's all any of us can do. It's hard to let them grow up and be their own people, even harder when they march to their own drummer, as one of mine did, but the unconditional love was there, and he knew that although we may not have agreed with the long hair, or the odd clothes, we would be there for him, as I'm sure your parents were for you. The poem you wrote is a wonderful eye opener, and maybe had I read a few years ago I would have done a few things differently, and maybe I still can. So, I thank you for sharing it here. All of your replies and kind words are appreciated more than you know. Thank you all - Bonnie [This message has been edited by BSC (edited 08-09-2000).] |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
true thoughts and words here, Bonnie. Sometimes we spend our youth trying to change the world and our old age trying to change the youth. Everyone passes through the cycles in their own way but they all pass. Good writing, Bonnie........ |
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