Raging Youth
Huddled over this lonely fire
… waiting on closed doors
Wondering when they will open
… to those who care the most!
Will they miss our warm embrace
… and the love that knows no end.
Will they miss their mother’s cooking
… and the warmth of her loving hand.
Every child will face this phase
… of needing to be free.
A need to move that mountain
… or explore the vast blue sea
Though we fear for their future
… we can't just disagree.
We’ll just have to be patient
… til they come home eventually!
Information of the poem
- Author: Huzaidi Hashim (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2010 21:09
- Category: Family
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Points: 1388
July 20th, 2010 02:20
Thats great!
Points: 1176
July 20th, 2010 13:04
Your spirit speaks for it self, you are full of talent...
This!... I can see it's just a morsel of it all...
Beautiful!!!
Points: 1532
July 20th, 2010 19:04
Thank you for your kind comments and ratings. The poem was written for my teenage children who have grown out of our nest. Although our hearts fear the worst for them, we must allow them their freedom to explore their fullest potential. It expresses our deep love for them during their need to find their own identity, to be the man or woman they have always wanted to be. My eldest son is teaching English, my second son and eldest daughter are studying to be doctors, my third son is studying Multimedia while the rest are still in school (of course this excludes baby Alanis). Wherever they are, our prayer will be with them always.
Points: 1591
July 22nd, 2010 16:35
niiiiiiiice poem especially after i knew it's 4 ur children & how u feel about them good job man good job