Milestones (For My Son, Ross On His Thirtieth Birthday) Poem by Owain Glyn

Milestones (For My Son, Ross On His Thirtieth Birthday)

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Time rules the passage of our lives
We divide it from Millenia down to thousandths of a second
We use it to measure and to compete
We use it to Prosecute and to Remunerate

We mark the Milestones of our lives
We use them as Aides Memoire

The first day of School
The rigid rules of Discipline
The introduction of Punctuality
The construction of Timetables

We saw you at this Milestone
Your tears, your bravery, the shining lights of your successes

Suddenly, your treasures packed, you dashed toward the Mortarboard
Leaving behind Giant Land Snails and holes in other lives
This time the tears shed were ours
We dealt with pining dogs and adjusted our emotions

You sucked in knowledge and took swimming lessons in Love
You learned that tides can turn while you are busy staring at the Moon

You didn't run home to hide under a Duvet and wait for a cure
You left the wounds to lick themselves and headed onward
Time now morphed to deadlines and salary expectations
Ambition grew with confidence and hair length

We watched from afar, proud, but surrounded by Eggshells
The Shepherds whose Lamb was being replaced by a Lion

You kept calm (sometimes) and carried on
Each deadline met, each new success, adding to the whole
The structure gaining both beauty and wisdom with it's vintage
Still learning, still maturing, still improving

Embrace this latest Milestone
Keep it safe, it's your platform to reach for the stars! !

(TEMPUS FUGIT)
But so do Eagles and how beautiful are they?
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A piece written to celebrate my son's thirtieth birthday.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maggie Munro 30 November 2012

So very personal, but yet so universal. That amazing journey which is parenthood.

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