Life only let's us wind the clock once, and the day is gone
faster than we choose.
Time for you to leave, and for me to say goodbye,
Mother's don't do that well.
In my mind I see you overcoming challenges
with a click of your pen.
Collecting allocates like brown beads, trading them
for friends at the market.
Obstacles, rise like feathers, and spread becoming sails,
carrying you on.
And I applaud loudest.
Missing you, but knowing the greater the distance,
the greater the achievement.
But, I'll come back here, after you are gone,
and sit this way.
Just as we have done, while you were here,
this visit home.
And Willy will bring one cup only - for me
and ask me, where you are and I'll have the opening I need.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- The Prompt Coffee House: Prompt Challenge Round 3: Word Banks by Ceridwens Soul.
1050 points, ended September 12, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the opening of this piece 'Life only let's us wind the clock once, and the day is gone
faster than we choose.' Indeed a truth. I must admit I never expected it to then go the way you went with this. I love being caught like that, well done. I get the feel of a child leaving home, the sense of achievement but a feeling of loss too.
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somber
sad--
the ending is haunting--for some reason--it makes me remember broken relationships.
on a side note--let's and mother's at the beginning don't need apostrophe. it's mildly distracting when a great poem is tainted by a punctuation mark. sorry! -
Thank you for your entry, good luck
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