We look inside ourselves for the answers to her questionable behavior
Because twenty is too young to be so old and too old to still be innocent
But because we love her we try to understand that which cannot be understood
Lies and untruths abound whenever she is around
Her pain is our pain
But unlike a scraped elbow or knee this pain cannot be kissed and made all better
This pain is like a knife in our hearts
This pain screams and demands to be heard
This pain is invisible but demands to be seen
And so
We look in the mirror every morning and fail to recognize ourselves
She is our only child so how could we be the parents she describes us as
We are loving people and give her everything she wants except discipline
We are forgiving but what she wants most of all is punishment for her sins
She hates us for loving her
Maybe we just expected she’d love us in return
Maybe it’s true we did and still do….
Love her too much
She hates us for loving her Maybe we just expected she’d love us in return Maybe it’s true we did and still do…. Love her too much sincerity soaked in a silence of pain.. your craftmanship, your ease with words your abundance of truth that you share with your personal experience makes your pain come alive..yes ted you are a maverick.. the heart of my soul at poem hunter..
Ted, I have been accused of exactly the same thing by my mother regarding my eldest boy, who is still a huge pain in my neck but no longer living with me. I personally do not believe you can love too much, but the dicipline is definitely an important part of a childs development. I was always too soft but I thought I was always telling them off! ? What can you do? Nothing my friend, life is a growing process and at this stage they have to grow alone. I know how you feel, my son treats me exactly the same, he wants to be loved but just can't admit or accept it, confusion reigns at such an age, all we can do is our best. Smiling at you, Tai
Ted as a parent I have seen, nay lived this. If only there was a course we could go before parenting instead of the analyst visits afterwards - thanks..and still sorry Mick
Some children march to a different drum, no matter how hard we try to protect and love them. This is their life experience, and there is something they need to learn from the choices they make. We stand by and watch and pray for them, but they have to experience their demons in order to understand in their own way. It is heartbreaking, but until they wake up and learn their lesson, we are virtually powerless. Just know that it's not your fault, and it's not something you did or did not do. It's just life. Painful and heartbreaking life. Linda
Heartbreaking for the reader and a thousandfold moreso for you. I hope she wakes up, ditches the frog and returns to her loving parents. t xxx
The pain of parneting.... cuts so deep that you sometimes wonder if you can survive.... deep emations that some understand too well... and someday perhaps she will... God Bless Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this is beautiful! what i wouldn't do for my parents to love me too much. great poem thank you