Another age old story
seventeen years of nurturing
yearns to be free.
A sense of entitlement reigns,
not a particularly new game
just an eternal rite of passage.
Little angel
you have grown strong, bold;
your heart dismissive and cold.
Where are you going?
Once a babe in our arms
now distant; so disarming,
a little girl no more
storms out the door....
Where are you taking our hearts?
A necessary part of the learning processes.......yet we fret.....for experience says pain is lurking.....just around the corner!
Yes, it IS an ongoing struggle of the young, coming of age. Great poem!
Lovely poem. it seems to me this struggle has become more prominent in todays world. Love the last line.
An age old story..... Losing a child at adulthood is harder than raising them
Abrupt so abrupt- Where are you taking our hearts? very nice- congrats
Makes me wish I had a child to write poems about...Bon Voyage. A definite 10! I'll definitely back for more. For a different take on a childless life still worth living check me out Carolyn.
Wow, I'm going through this struggle right now Carolyn. I never read something that was so close to the issue before. A lot of people don't really discuss what its like to have a child that used to admire you, love to be around you, then become 17 and a stranger that doesn't seem to have any desire to be around me at all. I didn't realize how much it would affect me. I guess I'm not the only one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is an excellent poem. i would offer some more commentary but i am slightly lacking in that area, whereas you seem to be quite gifted. i'm sure this slightly off-topic and rant-like comment will suffice. all the best! please check out my new poem, i think you'll like it but who knows? maybe i've used up my creativity for the week.