A poem

Somedays I miss being a child so much it hurts.  I find myself giving oblivious toddles dirty glares, envious of their lack of responsibility and abundance of time.  And while this new life is certainly a transition for me, I cannot fathom what a unusual feeling this must be for my parents.  For the first time, the nest is empty, as Jenny has also left home to begin her Freshman year of college.  This is all to preface my decision to post a poem I wrote this past year.  I am no poet, however sometimes I prefer poetry because it enables the delivery of a poignant message with a dash of ambiguity.  It permits the reader to use their own judgement to interpret aspects of the message and thus enables the potential personalization of the prose.  I give you the following.

 

Mama

Times of change are bittersweet

We round the turns, knowing not what we’ll meet

Yet I feel as though we’ve been here before.

Faced these same dragons, escaped these same storms.

Yes mama, dragons we already defied.

Each time we weren’t too proud to cry

To one another.

We’ve always had each other.

 

Someone once told me that I sing the sadness.

I think you know the tune.

I always thought is was written for me

But it was also written for you.

So together lets sing it so we can get through

To the joyful chorus

Also written for us.

 

I know so much of who I am,

Was also experienced by you.

You need not tell me when,

You need not tell me why,

Let us both refuse to justify the crises for which we cry.

Because we both know,

That to grow

Has mean fighting many dragons,

Who sometimes nearly had us

Defeated.

But we beat them.

 

So come with me,

This is victory.

And sing with me this chorus

Yes mama, it was written for us.