Carolyn Brunelle

Ancient Struggle - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

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?

Comments about Ancient Struggle by Carolyn Brunelle

  • Kim Barney (12/16/2014 9:17:00 PM)

    Great poem and fitting title.
    Wonderfully expressed.
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  • (12/16/2014 12:06:00 PM)

    An age old story..... Losing a child at adulthood is harder than raising them (Report) Reply

  • (12/16/2014 3:49:00 AM)

    This is good, and has a ring of reality to it. Now she wants to go like in many cases with children of this knid.

    I thought that some of the words were strong when I read them and the meaning they conveyed to me was powerful and quite clear.

    Keep on writing. You did well with this one.


    Luis Estable
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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (12/16/2014 2:02:00 AM)

    Abrupt so abrupt- Where are you taking our hearts? very nice- congrats (Report) Reply

  • Brian Johnston (12/22/2013 3:02:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2013 2:37:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (12/16/2013 8:19:00 AM)

    When to love and hold
    And when to let go
    We parents never learn
    When our kids turn bold
    But outside that door
    It is a harsh world
    And this the child will learn
    The way we too did before returning home.....

    Good poem and I welcome you to my page too
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  • (12/16/2013 6:03:00 AM)

    Where are you
    taking our hearts?
    Will you return
    the fragile gifts
    or should we believe
    it is right for them to continue
    in dual residence?
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  • (12/16/2012 7:50:00 PM)

    They going where we all went when we fled the nest, to live their own lives and then become us. Still, smashing little poem, sums up a lot of things we all have been through and if we're lucky we'll watch our children go through the same thing. Don't you just love being alive! (Report) Reply

  • Ronn Michael Salinas (12/16/2012 3:39:00 PM)

    They tell you to be a nurse. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (12/16/2012 12:17:00 PM)

    Yes, they walk away, but they usually walk back again when they have found their way as mature and responsible adults, which is the way it should be. Good write Carolyn. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (12/16/2012 9:34:00 AM)

    Lovely poem. it seems to me this struggle has become more prominent in todays world. Love the last line. (Report) Reply

  • Kelvin Owusu (12/16/2012 5:09:00 AM)

    an excellent piece of poetry, nicely written (Report) Reply

  • (7/23/2008 2:45:00 PM)

    Yes, it IS an ongoing struggle of the young, coming of age. Great poem! (Report) Reply

  • (7/23/2008 12:26:00 PM)

    A necessary part of the learning processes.......yet we fret.....for experience says pain is lurking.....just around the corner! (Report) Reply

  • (7/23/2008 12:51:00 AM)

    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.
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  • (7/12/2008 3:30:00 AM)

    So much to ponder on in this poem. I especially liked the last line. (Report) Reply

  • (7/9/2008 5:06:00 PM)

    Well, you're right. It's an old story; the young (all to soon to become old) have no experience but think they know everything. As a species we have plenty of hindsight but little foresight. Excellent poem Carolyn! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2011

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