I will not color eggs
with Children,
or hide them
this year.
Not did I last year either.
I will not see the amazement
in my children’s eyes
when the bomb’s burst in air
on Independence Day.
Nor teach them to swim.
Nor ride a bike,
or catch a fish.
I will not smile as they
put their little hands
into the gunk of a pumpkin
gleefully chosen from a field
in October.
But best of all…
Or worst of all…
We won’t go into the woods
and pick a tree
in the cold and snow.
We won’t have hot chocolate
with tiny marshmallows
as we decorate the tree.
And I won’t shop for presents
or wrap late at night.
And there will be no Christmas Eve
or Christmas morning
excited and aglow
with the season
of youth.
Where did it all go?
In a list
Of course, as a Grandparent, we can observe, but it is not the same. That brief span of time between two and ten, in a child's life....
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hi,
this is wonderfull poem. it made me think of thousand things that i would not be able to do with my family and i am saying this as a child, so just think of it, your children would also be thinking where did it all go?
thanks for bringing smile to me by bringing back all the good memories.
take care
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Excellent
Well, you read my mind with your comment. I believe that my youngest was born all grown up. Sad to think of all those things that won't be done again. Life passes just too quickly...and I do find there are things I wish I could go back and do again with my children. This is such a tender reminder of how quickly they grow up and move on to other things.
Mostly I miss the trips to the petting zoo or the inevitable class trip to the "farm." I loved watching all the kids experience such a different environment...and it always made me miss my Grandparents in Sweetwater.
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this makes me want to hug my little ones. I know one day they won't want the hugs but today.. they climb into my lap and beg to sleep in my bed. You must have been inspired to write such wonderful things.. keep flowing Dad. Its appreciated... one typo second stanza i think not should be nor
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Yes....
Hug dem babies...for surely they do grow up...and go away...
dad...
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Oh the nostalgia of it all!
At least you have been through this in the past and have the fond memories???
Fond memories these certainly are - really well described throughout!
I thought it was clever (and certainly sad) that you carried the tinge of bitterness and sadness throughout the poem.
Hey - at least you won't be in the woods in the snow
Good read!
Sarah xx
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H.U.G.
That brief span of time between two and ten
Where we recapture our lost innocense
Fifty-two through sixty is the same span
As we still draw breath our life has a plan
Do not deny yourself the gift of love
That is ever present in a child`s hug
What is a H.U.G.? Honesty Under God
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This is so true...I too a grandparent...all has stopped...I just sit back and watch as my children do as I did...it is a wonderful sight and feeling...I love all the seasons...but for the first time, I am truely enjoying them all...I like your poem alot...thanks for sharing
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I am not too sure why you can't do those things with your children or grand children because the holidays are what you make it. You don't have to have a holiday to just celebrate being family. I have family that sucks. We do not spend any time together anymore. So I do understand what you mean by how it's changed and will never be the same but it is up to us to try and bring our memories to the present. I make my own happiness during the holidays with my honey. This write is sad with soo much regret of lose. Thank you so much for sharing. It was not what I expected to read.
Always pen from the heart and you shall never write wrong.
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Yeah life is just way to short and goes by in the blink of the eye. I often think about this alot. I really like your poem it was truly a wonderful piece.
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I can relate
Both my boys are grown now.. niether have children of their own yet so no easter egg hunts for me either. It goes too fast.
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