Dust settles on another argument
Parental imposition for own good
I look in on you on my way to bed, dissatisfied.
Eyes just open, defiant, seeming betrayed
I kiss your cheek, cuddle your shoulder, whisper 'I love you'.
Drowsy but wiry you quip a soft, sad refrain.
'Everyone's allowed to be scared of something! '
The fire flares again
'I'm sorry'.
'You can't be so aggressive and then be so scared it makes me angry.'
You retort but it tapers and falls…
'It's late and I'm not going to argue, good night! '
I withdraw and slowly arc the door,
'I love you, ' soft and sincere,
'I love you too, ' the door closes.
12/3/2006
A really wonderful piece of private moments stored and shared. Why is it that even when we know we are right(our little souls) make us feel guilty and hang in our heads even whilst they are sound asleep. Bravo for a lovely write. Karen
sounds like a teenage- parent problem..................same story everywhere................but defiance and retort take the form of expressing their right for love instead of the baby hugs and kisses........ am I right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dust settles on another argument Parental imposition for own good Sounds all too familiar. I did the same thing when young. Kids simply don’t understand the awesome task of responsibility on the parents’ part, who must give account. And that parenting is a job - an incredible job. Kids don’t understand that being older and more experienced, parents are generally wiser. And they just don’t get it that their parents genuinely love and seek to protect them, though it seems more like they [the parents] are imposing. Excellent job Danny. Thanks for sharing this deeply sentimental, private moment. And the best to you and your daughter.