Seldom do we have together
As much time as I crave,
Rhyme and reason empty nests
And no sooner looms the grave, but
Happy days in each must dwell
In each lived as the last,
Learning from and of each other
Over short years slipping past,
Venturing on paths unknown
Ever mindful of the time,
You grip but slip into the stream
Of life the torrent raging strong
Upon a bed of dreams.
1/5/2003
(an acrostic to my youngest daughter)
''Rhyme and reason empty nests''..............THIS LINE CATCH MY FANCY, REALLY A CREATIVE EPITHET, AND THE MEANING OF THE POEM IS EXCELLENT''YOU GRIP BUT SLIP INTO THE STREAM'' THE OBLIQUE WAY OF SAYING THINGS WHICH IS THE CHARACTERISTIC OF MODERN POETRY.
Wow! What a beautiful dedication from a caring and loving father to her daughter! Bravo! Well crafted and poignant! My Sarah just turned 21 and I dedicated a poem titled: My Precious Daughter! This amazing and touching poem deserves a 10+++ Thank for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!
There is so much in this, adoration, worry, caring, hope and a sense of loss that we all feel as our fledglings fly the nest... I once heard (we don't have our babies, we just borrow them) a hard one to wrap my head around when they were little and (adorably, needy) but I always revered that... That is not a lecture to you, of any kind, just an explaination of how I deal with it.. I hope I read this right... Karen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true and so beautifully described