First there has been flicking of light and sound
One is constantly there, others just float around
Moving and absorbing, all the energy yet to meet
Slowly from the dark, awaiting the time to embark
The moment of enlightenment, is when we take that first breath
Adjusting to bright, ready to start living the school of life
Forever a master of the dark but a student of light
Born to make a rhythm, like no other soul in sight
Any time in the next month or so, I'll be blessed to witness life being born
Adding the number to three, a perfect triangle within me
I truly know what I don't know, ready to rediscover lifes beautiful flow
With more memories to hold, nothing else matters every day we get old
Remembering the little things, before time moves it on
If that day comes when I actually listen, I'll be sing from the rooftops
But I'd be lucky if it's not before, my mind and body can't keep up
I guess then that is why the answer will always be in the young
Their view is honest until they come and ride along us
My job is to keep that balance and connection to love
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not long now until she arrives, then I get question life all over again.
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this is a delightful little pre-birth dedication... and applicable throughout parenthood............
Yes! My first two are great teachers! I look forward to the next chapter...
I think you've captured your heart at it's best. A baby beating to every breath it takes. A well penned peice if work. Great thinking within your poetry. Very thought provocing indded...!!
Thank you buddy, it is refreshing to see through their eyes. Always appreciate you visits, you are in my list to catch up with but I'll be honest, if I read to much I get lost in to much information 😉
I hope that makes sense lol
Indeed it does Dan. You just make sure you look after your pen and keep shining from it/
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No reason to lose touch with our youth but do not dismiss the wisdom of your years, a thing which youth can never possess. Until of course it stops being youth.
And just like that it goes poff! And you slowly stop asking, just watching it all unfold..
This is just an amazing piece of art. Congratulations on the little one and I can’t wait to read the things they inspire you to write.
It ignites something deep, I love bing a father giving back the knowledge I have learned.
Thank you for giving a great vibe to carry on!
Always appreciated
That life will be renewed as the youngster will show you the way to a wonderful future with you guiding her.
Until they fly...
Thanks for joining us
They may fly but their spirit will always be within you.
Know this to be your responsibility, not your possession.
Extend your hand to hold on, your laughter to smile for, your intellect to share.....
That i would never stop wanting to hear, a great reminder of what got me here. With other soul, wise from their years, thank you my friend.
Wonderful inspiration
A great homecoming for the unborn! In my advancing years, youth is behind me, but I would still like to think, life's endless gifts await.
That they do, maybe like pass the parcel until you get to the end.
Today I posted the same feeling, like a cycle my friend. It is slowly getting better just hard to see when your peddling.
Always appreciate your time
Much peace and respect
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