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FIRST CHILD

DUTY

THE GAP

EYES OF THE CHILDREN

UNANSWERED MYSTERY

TURNING POINT

COMING OF AGE

A PRIZE

LEGACY

CHILDREN

LOVINGS HANDS

PASS IT ON

BE

I’M HERE

MY CHILD

PRIDE

MARIA WAITS

PLAYING HARD

MARIA

THE PASSING OF THE CROWN

PATHOS

GIFTS OF LOVE

A GIFT

IN THEIR EYES

ENOUGH

INFANT

GHOSTS OF THE FUTURE

GIVING

 

 

 

FIRST CHILD

 

Contemplate, ruminate

            Your world has been remade

A simple act, a natural one

            New entrant does invade

 

Conceived in love, that you brought forth

            A being wrought unique

Joy makes you delirious

            Responsibility makes you weak

 

A lifetime of experience

            You counted on before

Fled the very moment that

            New life came in the door

 

You’re somehow more than were before

            But preparation fails you

No memories now exist to give

            Perspective to your world, new

 

Everything you understood

            Forever changed today

A warm accomplished feeling you

            Can’t explain away

 

Suddenly you understand

            Of all things, you are part

Deep inside where life begins

            The future gets its start

 

 

DUTY

 

Love is tearing me apart

            What best for child or me?

Cleave from me a soul not ready?

            Preserve my sanity

 

Secure a distance, let me live

            Have a life distinct

Keep her close enough for safety

            Keep strong the bonds that link

 

I have a duty to protect

My own naïve offspring

I have a duty to retain

            My own desire to sing

 

Grow I wish, my life renewed

            Joy so newly found

Grapple now with thoughts untold

            Resolve conflicts profound

 

 

THE GAP

 

Look at me, what do you see?

            A face that is quite fair

What you say I surely hear,

            But understanding isn’t there

 

You speak in terms, for you are clear

I hear them not the same

What is easy in your mind

Always to me is bane

 

The tools I have, it seems are lacking

            To do the things you do

I must try them, one by one

            Slowly master few

 

More machine in my attempts

            Than you, to process thought

I take commands quite literally

Between two worlds I’m caught

 

Computers and my brain do act

            Without an intuition

Value judgments are, it seems

            Beyond my born condition

 

But I can learn to reason out

            Indefinite and vague

The process will take longer but

            New rules must now be made

 

Like writing new instructions for

            Machines to make them think

I must be taught the things I lack

            Supply the missing link

 

The problem is, what isn’t said

            Not with what I hear

I am expected to supply

            Some things that aren’t there

 

Each process must be built for me

            Brick by brick foundation

If even one is not supplied

            Result is my frustration

 

I know the things I do not know

            My reasoning is quite fine

I need to have explained to me

            Relationships of mind

 

Words like now, before, between

            Do have precise set meaning

My frame of reference won’t allow

            Me to conceive their leaning

 

My strength is not in binding thoughts

            But following directions

My need is for the programming

            To make my own connections

 

I need to build a knowledge base

            I need you to contribute

Literal though my view will be

            I can be taught to impute 

 

Separately I might remain

            From your world of real

I still may find a way with help

The gap between us heal

 

 

EYES OF THE CHILDREN

 

In the eyes of the children are the truths of the world

            Purest of dreams, exuberance hurled

Brashness of logic, simple in rule

            Pure is their insight,… honesty their tool

 

 

UNANSWERED MYSTERY

 

I watched a baby live today

            Enjoying all that’s new

Drinking in the things it sees

            Trying to grasp its view

 

Eyes so wide, like magnets pulled

            The world inside to hold

One day these treasured images

            A Personality will mold

 

Sights and sounds not understood

            Stored for future use

Will surely form a basis for

            The truth, in time deduce

 

A soup primordial, fertile ground

            The growth of intellect

A future generation grows

            Its synapses connect

 

Its body thrives on food it eats

            And alternately rests

But life itself will feed the mind

            Incessant mettle test

 

The miracle of life, before

My eyes begins to be

Though closely watched it still remains

            Unanswered mystery

 

 

TURNING POINT

 

We spoke today, I saw a glimmer

            Progress toward the light

Working hard to stand alone

            She’s learning how to fight

 

Sorting possibilities

            Imagining results

Trying out all kinds of things

            Not any twist insults

 

What ever she has need to do

            She will embrace, employ

Focused on the goal she has

            She’ll likely find some joy

 

Perspective real is coming through

            To life she will adjust

She has the stuff to see it through

            If only she will trust

 

The brightness and invention in

            Her mind and gritty strength

Once oriented to the truth

            She’ll go to any length

 

To make it work a family

            A husband and a son

She’ll not rest until she’s proved

She can get it done

 

                       

COMING OF AGE

 

Parents stand upon the shore

            As time the river flows its course

Feeds their children life’s discourse

            Imbues them with discovery’s force

 

In The face of effort spent

            Thoughts rejected freely lent

Offspring rail without consent

            Unconcerned with helps intent

 

Control they find cannot be

            As they watch helplessly

New visions they unwilling see

            Steadfast support the only key

 

Parents can’t control the fate

            Of children, many learn too late

That flying is a solo gait

            That comes no warning, is innate

 

Timing, is the only thing

            When will the children reach their spring?

When life in all its glory sings

            And gives their souls the gift of wings

 

To each it comes, no parent chooses

            When inside reaches out and uses

All that’s come before, effuses

            Takes a step, return refuses

 

Passes through the door to know

            That some things come, and never go

Change forever, it is so

            Lose their innocence, wiser grow

 

 

A PRIZE

 

Hi dad, How are you? What cha doin?

            Child away, calling home, info spewin

Nothing much, same old stuff, nice to hear you

Father knows, given time, he will get clue 

 

Got a problem? Want to talk? Need some help?

Sometimes, of course, it is just… well

Nothing special, thought I’d call and just chat,

            A keep in touch call, keep the contact

 

Other times she wants my ear, wants me to hear

            As some new problem she does battle, to see clear

Doesn’t seek my wisdom, counsel or experience

            Wants my presence, loves unconditional continuance

 

A monologue I listen to as if I’m in her mind

            Solutions many she tries on, soon I come to find

Answer is not mine to give, I am in truth a rock

            Foundation of a life she’s building, she makes from her own stock

 

I know that I am privileged, as she invites me in

            Allowed to see her working in the depths of her within

She bares her soul in view of me, hides not from my eyes

            And give to me a precious gift, a father’s pride, a prize

 

 

LEGACY

 

How I love thee child of mine

Evolving, changing, fighting time

Your joys are mine, your sorrows too

As life demands the best of you

 

Your successes warm my heart

Fill me with delight

Pride is swelling in my chest

As you do the things I might

 

Though long ago I did embark

A way of life to make my mark

My legacy, it seems, will be

The parts of you that came from me

 

 

CHILDREN

 

Little spirits, pieces of me

            Very different you can see

Growing straight, sturdy and strong

            Miracle of life, mystery and song

 

How’d I know did right not wrong

            Giving principles, guide you along

Time will tell if I did right

            Should have I, the reins kept tight?

 

Wonderful people, each of you

            Unmatched by others, in my view

Loving, caring, bright, astute

            Comeuppance needed, you’re not mute

 

I have learned from each of you

            To share my life, the details too

To watch you grow, gives me pleasure

            One two three, all are treasure

 

Two of you now have your own

            You must harvest what you’ve sown

Every day a new dilemma

            Describe for a child burnt sienna

 

Joy and woe all mixed together

            Grapple with life, unclothed unfettered

Give your love until your empty

            Discover then, you still have plenty

 

Let me make my point quite clearly

            I love you all so very dearly

In the end, as you’ve taught me

            Your children will, teach you to see

           

           

LOVINGS HANDS

 

I heard my daughter say she’d been

            Raised by loving hands

In the merest of an instant she

            Made my heart expand

 

She validated all those years

            I worried day and night

That problems of her parents making

            Would distort for her loves light

 

But she has made me see it clear

            From my shoulders taken weight

The love of both her parents kept

            Her balanced for her mate

 

And now she is the mother of

            A loving family

It makes me proud to know she has

            Some traits that came from me

           

           

PASS IT ON

 

Out of the Blue

A card from you

No reason at all

In my hand it does fall

To tell of your love

Like a gentle dove

Whisper respect

And awe I detect

I’m not all that great

Just love and relate

Treated you well

Always did tell

Truth even though

It might hurt and so

You trusted in me

To help you to see

But wisdom was yours

I just focused the course

As develop your mind

You always did find

The answers you sought

When relating me thought

I love you so much

My heart you did touch

Your pride in my being

Just mirrored my feeling

Of my dad’s effect

On me, I elect

To remember I felt

He a goal to me dealt 

A standard to measure

My worth, and ensure

Principles to carry

On life’s itinerary

But never to feel

A contest real

To be the same

As he, in my zeal

To absorb from him

A passion, not whim

To be responsive

To souls and give

What caring is needed

Like grass being seeded

So souls will ensure

That love will endure

And you have confirmed

That the love you returned

To me, is the same

From my father that came

And passed on to you

As love born brand new

Helped you to be

My dreams true to see

Which completes for me

Loves circle but not

For you who’ve now got

A gift to pass on

A loving carillon

Played in the thoughts and beautiful feelings

We’ve come to expect when between us we’re dealing

If person to person you pass on your essence

If you to the next one your love you dispense

Forever this love will keep its momentum

My cup overflows, yours too, my dreamed outcome

 

 

BE

 

Listen children, the day is coming

            Hopefully far off

When this earthly form I’m wearing

            Surly I must doff

 

As I have done, so must you

            As generation passes

Each in turn assumes their place

            Parents, lads and lasses

 

But far from gone, will I be

            If life I’ve lived correct

I’ll be with you each new born day

            Until we next connect

 

If I have given part of me

            To each of you in life

My leaving will not change a thing

            Nor cleave our bond, a knife

 

I’ll live in you beyond my years

            Eternal young and strong

The past will serve as quiet room

            For meetings short or long

 

Whenever you decide you need

            A private talk with me

I’m always there for you to call

            Just look inside to see

 

An endless store of memories with

            Sights and sounds complete

You can make them live anew

            Or as they were, repeat

 

What was before is yours to keep

            Forever in your heart

My job, is now to fill that store

            Before it’s time to part

 

With time together, conversations

            Exchange of essence deep

Little things we daily do

            From dawn until we sleep

 

Words of wisdom, friendly ear

            Laughter or a tear

Little things that make the bonds

            That hold us year to year

 

Be a father and a friend

            Confidant or foil

Argue disagree relent

            But always we are loyal

 

Be a part each others life

            In all the ways we can

So linked we are in memory

            No strain, recall the man

 

Who ever present made his mark

            On each of you in turn

Became a part inseparable

            So none will need to learn

 

Too late the things important that

            Our lives must contain

The words and deeds of everyday

            The fancy and the plain

 

The silly or profound things

            The nature matters not

It’s that we care and show it well

            Express it quite a lot

 

It’s not the what or how or when

            That I have need to see

It’s that I must be part of you

            For you I must be me

                       

If we together are to be

            In life and memory

We simply must together see

            We must simply… be.

 

 

I’M HERE

 

The phone it rings insistently

            From ether, message clear

A miracle from my pocket comes

            Connects to children dear

 

The voice I hear familiar is

            Always the words the same

“Where are you?” the voice inquires

            It knows, no roots I claim

 

Affection understood of course

It’s curiosity

Where has this modern miracle

            Found father hastily

 

We’re bound electronically

            No distance is too far

For us to chat or help somehow

            With words bounced off a star

 

It is as if I keep them close

            Within that little case

Push a button hear their voice

            No matter what the pace

 

It’s not the same as being there

            But serve it does quite well       

To keep me close all day and night

            If me they need to tell

 

Some anecdote or growing pain

            A crisis or new date

A grandchild’s pride, tuition due

            All joy to hear, relate

 

The simple act of calling me

            To make me live a part

Of life as they are living it

            Completely warms my heart

 

So serve it does to make them feel

            I’m only out of sight

Just around the corner if

            Reach out to me they might

 

And thus the answer I must give

            To “Where are you?” No fear

No matter what the distance is

            Must always be, “I’m here”.

 

MY CHILD

 

I look in vain into her face

            For the person I have known

But try I might she is not there

            Result of seeds she’s sown

 

No light resides within her eyes

            No smile does grace her lips

No humor bubbles from her mouth

            Just smoke twixt coffee sips

 

She is so gray and lifeless now

            No fighting spirit lives

I fear to look into her eyes

            Of what I see to give

 

I want to scream and shake her hard

            Restore her spirit strong

I want to hold her in my arms

            Heal life’s wounds and wrongs

 

Yet neither, can I do today

            As from herself she hides

Just grieve for help I cannot give

            And watch her as she slides

 

Farther from the bright young thing

            That graced us one and all

And search for ways to bring her back

            Stop her from the fall

 

But help must come from inside first

            To know the path desired

To shed the false destructive things

            Through life she has acquired

 

I would give my life itself

            To give her happiness

But I can’t live her life for her

            To herself she must confess

 

In honesty and confidence

            She needs to see her life

And share the truth with family

            Help her end the strife

 

Painful it is bound to be

            Before it better is

Painful better for a time

            Then future lost, my wish

 

I cannot stand to watch my child

            Disappear from view

Destroyed while I stand helpless by

            Not knowing what to do

 

I must do something, anything

            And pray for guidance right

I must do something if I’m ever

            To sleep again at night

 

It is as much my own salvation

            As hers that is at stake

No parent can a child abandon

            Help again, the choice I make

 

PRIDE

 

Tears of joy my face adorn

            As this day a doctor’s born

Daughter center stage and proud

            Receives her honors magna loud

 

 

MARIA WAITS

 

Every day the faxes come

            Under Maria’s eye

Faithfully she passes them

            To mother on the fly

 

Perhaps the next one will be mine

            She muses usually

But alas the next is not

            As she can plainly see

 

Patiently she waits for one

            That has her name on top

Look at that one coming out

            She’s so happy she could hop

 

Never saw a thing so pretty

            Her name upon a fax

She looking for another now

            She certainly can’t relax

 

She’ll have to look at every one

            None escape her view

Perhaps another one for her

            Will soon be coming through    

 

 

PLAYING HARD

 

Alley oop, flippity flop

            Wash the ceiling with a mop

Paint the house green and blue

            Wait till father catches you

 

Walk in mothers great big shoes

            So many pairs from which to choose

Drop the soda on the floor

            You’re in trouble, that’s for sure

 

Little children playing hard

            For their mothers stay on guard

Trouble seems to follow them

            A silken flower lost its stem

 

Running jumping flying… crash

            Didn’t mean, that thing to smash

Quick, clean up the little pieces

            Or no candy, cups of Reeses

 

Children trying to have fun

            Get in trouble for what they’ve done

Didn’t mean to end this way

            Born to jump and run and play

 

In a world where grownups stay

            Making rules that they do say

How can little ones learn, explore

            With rules designed to children bore

 

Vacuum out the toilet bowl

            Kick the football to the goal

Never mind the field’s inside

            Across the living room they slide

 

Why do parents make a fuss

            Because you rode a different bus

Sold your lunch for a brand new pair

            Of golden hamsters soft and fair

 

How’d they expect you to get knowledge

            You’re too young to go to college

You must try to find things out

            Test your lungs, yell and shout

 

New things get your full attention

            Take it apart is your intention

If you cannot make it whole

            Bury it outside in a hole

 

Not to worry, isn’t time

            Too many things left to climb

As soon as one thing gets too boring

            Off you go with friends exploring

 

Most of all remember you

Must make your face angelic to

Escape the wrath of mom and dad

            Help them know you’re good…  not bad

           

           

MARIA

 

There is a young lady that lives in a house

            Madison Connecticut is where she does grouse

Tall and slender of build is she

            Feeding the birds gives her lots of glee

She can cook and bake and eat

            With her new teeth she is complete

With our Maria we can have a ball

We love her truly one and all

           

 

THE PASSING OF THE CROWN

 

Lightly sits the crown

            The candles lit, are waiting

The birthday boy is smiling

            His joy anticipating

 

Lights are dimmed, the song is sung

            A breath expelled for wishes

Applause and cheers expand his smile

            The result for him, delicious

 

Another child, his cake adorned

            Prepares to take his turn

Receives from first, his crown to wear

            Unselfish kindness learns

 

The future of tomorrow is

            Foretold in that exchange

A child of love secure within

            Another’s thoughts arrange

 

And all the world is thus effected

            By the growing of a child

Who passes on his nature through

            His giving,… God has smiled

 

 

PATHOS

 

A child is sad, with life she struggles

            Romance brings pain and tears

The parent watches torn apart

            His advice falls on deaf ears

 

How to tell one so young

            Life and death it’s not

Loving isn’t easy or

            Responsive to her plot

 

The world is what it wants to be

            Not what she’d rather have

She sees just what she wants to see

            Which brings not any salve

 

She surely knows the answers to

            The questions in her mind

But wont accept reality

            Desire does keep her blind

 

She loves him more than he loves her

            Refers to him as friend

Wants and needs more than he

            Will give or even lend

 

She’s formed a strong connection, lives

            According to his rule

Her heart does suffer greatly as

            She counts herself a fool

 

Trouble is she lives a lie

            Made a bargain she can’t keep

Be a friend without commitment

            Tears her heart, destroys her sleep

 

The answer should be obvious

            Resolve or move away

Tell him what she wants and needs

            No more games attempt to play

 

Don’t fool herself or mislead him

            No good will come of either

Friendship works for two not one

            Any less is just deceiver

 

 

GIFTS OF LOVE

 

Saint Patty’s day comes once a year

            All the Irish celebrate with cheer

Leprechauns and pots of gold

            Adorn the cards that have been sold

But I have got a special gift

            Maria’s card gave me a lift

Made by hand with love and care

            She gave to me a smile to wear

 

 

A GIFT

 

They walk along the gravel path

            Talk incessantly of life

The myriad of little things

            Give joy or cause them strife

 

The air is cool the sun is warm

            The river flow is swift

A daughter and her father share

            Their lives… and that is gift

 

IN THEIR EYES

 

I see it in their eyes and hear it

In their joyful voices

My children and their children as

            They make life’s daily choices

 

Love abounds in all they do

            Its security does bind them

Teaching them respect for self

And each other, like a rare gem

 

They’re all learning as they go

            Even parents from their offspring

The song of life is there for all

            As in chorus they do all sing

 

In a partnership of love I have

            Watched them all to grow

Children I am proud of

            Reaping what they sow

 

Raising their own children

            Meeting challenges of living

Oft times will bring a tear as

            I’m warmed by all their giving

 

There’s beauty in the world

            Of many sorts and kinds

But a parents joy from children

            Is the greatest that one finds

 

 

ENOUGH

 

Enough, enough, I want to rest

            Had my fill of life’s tough tests

Children growing, never grown

            Reap the seeds in past we’ve sown

 

Peace once mine is driven out

            By past returned, its legacy shout

Parent then and parent now

            I’ll muddle through this latest bout 

 

 

 

INFANT

 

Sunny days do amaze me

            And all within my view

All I need to me decreed

            From earth to sky of blue

 

Warm and fed my mind is led

            To things to me unknown

I am to be, to think and see

            A future to be sown

 

All is new, eat and chew

            A world I must devour

But my cocoon will end too soon

            Ahead my finest hour

 

 

GHOSTS OF THE FUTURE

 

Ghosts of the future haunting me

            Eyes of a child that will not see

                        Grandchild raised in tyranny

                                    Prisoners of each other be

 

Grandmother molds a daughters mind

            Appears again in grandson, blind

                        Child in elders cannot find

                                    Support or love or manner kind

 

Husband missing, used to beat

            Mother hard, love defeat

                        Future planned by past quite neat

                                    Victim pie they all must eat

 

 

GIVING

 

I gave to keep them warm and safe

            Spare them lives of pain and chafe

Helped and healed, applied my balm

            Deflected fear and kept them calm

 

Watched them try to learn to live

            Never failed the call to give

Learned too late the seeds I’ve sown

            Now they can’t stand on their own

 

With my strength I made them weak

            Took from them the need to seek

Those things that in us all must be

            If we are ever to be free

 

Now they struggle, ill prepared

            To understand why they have fared

So poorly in the life they sought

            ‘Cause hard enough they have not fought

 

Never tested ‘till this day

            They now must make, each one, their way

Learn the lessons life must teach

            If they, their goals, expect to reach

 

Feel the pain and know the doubt

            Pushed by hunger, challenge rout

Sink or swim by self, alone       

            As for my sins they now atone

 

And I in sorrow must admit

            My love did harm, misguided, it

Watch their dramas now unfold

            And stay within the shadows, cold

 

‘Twas not their pain I took away

            But mine, I see, theirs just delay

I pray within themselves they find

            Strength and wisdom, think of me, kind