To think, I've spent my entire life waiting -
- To catch up with what I thought you wanted
Never did I assume I'd passed you at birth.
Do we pick our parents, or do they pick us?
I've heard both sides speak repeatedly
But ask yourselves, "What's that to do with living?"
When I look into my son's eyes, I see promise
And I don't care for a moment who selected who
Love is not about choosing; it's about being
My guess is that the universe reveals no secrets -
- We already didn't primordially suspect, or know
I know that I've learnt what not to do, from you.
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Written January 1st, 2004
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congratulations to a winner!!!! peace & blessings
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Thank you so much for entering my contest. This has been so impossible to judge and if I could of I would of made everyone a winner. This contest has made me see that I am one of the lucky ones, people have suffered such tragedy and come out the other side.My son is alive and he is happy and to him he is just like everyone else. I am so very proud of him.
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Well you see the art of art is the art of emotion and there are so many aspects of every person. And this is a wonderful homage to parenting and how a parent is in both awe of their child and learns from their child. This is a great piece whether I was a parent or not, as I am a parent I know it to be true
David
ps brilliant pic
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i love the softer horus8!!! hahaa this was aghain a outstanding and beautiful write...the depth was magical! well done hunny xxxxxx
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I like the soft, reflective side of you. These are poignant and perfect.
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This is a powerful piece that says so much in so few words. I like the line:
"My guess is that the universe reveals no secrets ,- we already didn't primordially suspect, or know"
Such truth...
I also like the last line. We can learn many things through being a parent. It really changes the way we view the world and ourselves. Thanks for entering the contest. Peace and Light-
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What a lucky little boy you have.
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there is so much more said in your write than most people can phantom.most think we as parents only have to teach our kids.more often than not we have to learn from them.we live but are not truly born until we understand our roles as parents.the picture invented your words and the words accurately modifies the picture.
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probabably the only deep poem in the contest ... guess BC was looking for that. Love is profound and u've pointed that out above. well done.
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Lingering thoughts...
Very interesting poem and picture - indeed every picture paints a thousand words (and thoughts). I thought the first and the third stanzas particularly powerful - such depth in these lines...thoughts that linger....a critical view on life, parenthood, the future of our children, etc. yet also written with hope and promise. I liked the economy of words - short, but still a vivid and strong "message". I liked this! Good luck in the contest - you have me thinking now....
~ Nicolette
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I disagree, I believe the picture goes perfectly with what I'm saying in the poem. Perhaps you didn't read the poem, or you just don't read
into things. Read the poem, and look at the picture; Then look at the
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'horus8', quite an interesting write - original and worthy of thought - (the image you displayed is so shocking - but, I guess, it develops the argument that being a parent is such an easy task to undertake - it is being the child that becomes complex) - thank you.
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Very good (interesting) write.. Thank you for entering and good luck to you. The picture is not one I would have choosen...... Anyways, thanks for the read.
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Excellent
I think that the secrets are all there to be found esp in genetics. That does not detract from the excellence of your poem, which is indeed profound.
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Extremeley powerful and impassioned write, well done horus8, a very good job...
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I liked the philosophy behind this quite a lot, and the picture at the top was wonderful. At the same time the picture was really strange.
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Excellent
This I very much enjoyed, A softer Horus8
The love between father and son is magical, it doesnt matter who else loves the child, a fathers love is very special. Much luck with this poem and I would love to read more of your softer poems
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"When I look into my son's eyes, I see promise.
And I don't care for a second who selected who.
Love is not about choosing, it's about being."
Very lovely. Our children can open up so many doors we didnt even know existed!!
I did learn what not to do from my dad too.. I hope to be a much better parent than he was(nt)
I know for one, that you are a good parent, I can see it in your words.. about your son.... You are blessed.
Criss
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This is a great piece..I have enjoyed it and you speak only the truth in this piece..Thanks for entering..
Much love
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Amazing poem. The photograph is perfect. It pretty much says it all about the cosmic crapshoot life is. We can be born the son of a movie star and thus become a star ourselves by inheritance, or we can be born to a nut and struggle through life as a result, until we say, "Enough."
Thanks for another great piece of writing.
Mark
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nice poem i like the voice you use in this you seem older than usual in it and wise of course. nice photo where do you get these startling images from. the childs face is spooky. still someone has to grow up and join the army.
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rat a tat tat...boom
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Very good, interesting poem! I recently watched a movie about a hit man who taught his young son to be a hit man too. When his son was grown and had a son of his own, he discovered that his father was secretly training his son to be a hit man. He wasn't able to see how wrong it was until then. He ended up killing his father to save his son from the life he had led. (To be a "good" father to his son, he had to be a "bad" son to his father.) Sometimes we have to make tough choices. I'm not sure whether some of them are made before we are born or not. It's an intriguing thought though.
Maureen
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Startling
Yes, this is a poem that is thought provoking. Your boy with a gun picture is unsettling. I am not sure the universe reveals secrets or if we just evolve to an awareness of understanding what once we did not understand before simply by "being".
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I think you are right, there are no secrets to be revealed.
Thanks for entering our contest, this is a thought provoking poem.
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Very smooth. Good luck in the contest.
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Me likey.
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Thank you for entering this poem in my contest and good luck.
Bec
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The poem was great and that picture, oh dear god, makes one want to cry and scream.
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Thank you for your entry into this contest "No more child abuse”. ”. I appreciate the effort and solid poem you have created, Blessings to you and best wishes ~richard
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Love is not choosing it is being I wholeheartly agree with you. I love my family not by choice but by my whole being and this is such a wonderful write. I think you have an excellent talent. Thank you for sharing it with me.
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You know, I have a friend I offer advice to about love every once in a while, and it always comes back to ..don't worry about what you should do ..just be, and if it's meant to, it will happen... yep, we think similarly on this subject it seems. Amazing what we learn from our children isn't it? I'm glad for mine too, they have been my reason for living.
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This is a chilling piece but full of wisdom and truth. Nice write.
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your poem was sp touching. I very much enjoyed it :0)
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The move from questioning to finding the answer outside yourself is nice. Well written, moves well. I easily heard the music in the words. "...Never did I assume I'd passed you at birth..." Interesting imagery.
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It's really hard for me to write about my parents... like I'm still 13 somewhere inside of me... I'm always so sure they're going to find out one day, find my precious notebook, stumble onto this site, who knows... of course utterly terrified at the thought of actually being a parent myself... Oprah says your fertility starts to decline at the age of 27, so I guess that means I'd better get my eggs harvested and frozen yesterday.
Thought-provoking piece, as you can see.
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This is very good! Indeed we don't choose love! It is well great as get so much as we give, or in certain cases, to be able to givemore than recieve! I have had great parents, so I hope, I try to be the half good they were for me to my kids.
Really well written!
Mari
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Isn't promise all we need out of our childrens eyes?
And maybe a ray of hope for a better future
This is nicely done hun
Good luck in the contest
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ok readin this am pretty glad i am paired up with ya for this adoptee thing!!! its great! ok and another point im not very good at comments b4 12 midnight lol n its only 10.13 here
so sorry but all i can say is its great
Nikki
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One can only hope, you however, have not seem me angry.
Which can be frightening, even to me.
But thank you sweets.
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I agree on this poem so much.
Love is not about choosing, it's about being.
My guess is that the universe reveals no secrets
we already didn't primordially suspect, or know.
I know that I have learnt what not to do, from you.
This is so true. Love isnt about choosing, you cant really..its all up to fate, and what you do in your life. you write so well, I applaud you. -
You'd be a great mom. This is a fact that I can gurantee you.
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You're usually given what you can handle, even when u think you can't handle it, you usually can. Sometimes i think i'd like children, and sometimes i know that id make a horrible mother. I hope though, that when i do, i'd like to feel like this.
Suitably amazed.
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I can relate to what you have said here, I can remember, before I had my daughters, saying the exact words that you closed with here, 'I know that I have learnt what not to do, from you.' I really didn't know what kind of mother I would be, but I saw what kind I didn't want to be. I was always true to that.. Made plenty of other mistakes of course, but not those. The picture you have chosen is very disturbing when looked at in the context of what you have written. Very chilling indeed.
~ becky
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great write is that a pick of your son i have a pic of my son on here
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i don't know who picks who who. though I spent half of my life wishing for a different father. Sunday will be a year since his death and can say two things for sure I learned who not to be from him but I also got a glimpse of who I can be.
I have come to believe that our parents are us and we are our parents and with our children the cycle shall begin again. And though there will be times when things are done and words are said that we can neither fathom or understand there will always be that bond.
This was a great write and a thought provoking piece. The words here are almost identical to ones I once felt for my father. Thank your for sharing.
~JayLynn
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