Oi, I’m getting old. I got all excited when I saw a poetry competition advertised by Hirsch in Boksburg, but me old eyes aren’t as good as they used to be, didn’t see the age 5 – 8 bit. Anyway yesterday while sitting in the car while the children were in swimming lessons I wrote my ‘entry’. although I cannot enter, it was good to give thought to how much I appreciate my parents.
Mother and Father
Mother you always
Open your arms wide
Mother you’re the one who’s always on my side
You listen and you care
You always understand
When I’m lost or lonely
You’re there to take my hand
Father you’re the rock
We have built on and have grown
You are the forest
And the mountain of stone
Father your peace
Is the river and the sea
You’ve carried us in safety
Through changing scenery
Parents you don’t hear enough
The gratitude I feel
Or the deep eternal love
Ethereal and real
Without you I’m nothing
and never would have been
But with you we fulfill
A destiny and dream
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Now I think I should sit Fjord down and see what he does with the topic, be nice if he could win us a bed.
Beautiful poem – pity about the age group 🙁
Do your children have your creative talents. I left a comment on one of your older posts saying that your family is so creative – I meant talented. You are not alone in the aging frustrations 🙂
Thank you Dianne, you are always so kind. My eldest son Heath writes poetry (rap lyrics), at his age he is way ahead of where I was at the same age. Domi has very creative ideas and thinks out of the box. With Fjord and Acacia it’s hard to tell yet. Fjord has got bored with crafts and loves his Lego and Meccano most. Acacia loves to draw (not only on paper :()
I’m sure if he is your son those creative juices will flow 🙂
🙂 you never know, my Mum is an artist and I can’t draw a stick man
This poem is stunning.
Hope Fjord makes you proud with his one.