From the mother’s womb they come,
These beautiful people of the future,
They who will inherit the love of parents,
As they start their wonderful lives.
The parents love them like no other,
Always there for them,
In times of joy,
In times of sadness,
That love of mum and dad unbounded.
Then that day comes,
That day when they leave.
When you leave them,
Leave them as they start their new life.
You know they must go,
Go into this new adventure.
That first day at school
It is so hard,
So hard for the parents,
So hard to let go
And see your child walk away.
Sometimes life can be hard,
So hard when that love is so strong,
But sometimes,
Sometimes love means letting go,
Letting go,
When all you want to do
Is hold on tighter.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Our next door neighbours elder son has just started nursery school and I was talking to the grandfather who is visiting them and he was saying it was so hard for the parents to let him go that first day, I had to write something. The last verse could also be used alone in many contexts.
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there are so many truths here GF60.. and what an early mane delight you have gifted us today sir.... many thank you's.....
Thank you Neville, your words mean a great deal to me.
my pleasure my friend, as yours do to me.. and true..
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
People wish they could let go of my singing. Or rather, that I would let go of it. But I persist... lol. 1066 is getting nearer.
And there are so many stages in our children’s lives when this is true again
Yes there are but we must always be there for them no matter what.
I wrote this a long time ago for a lady who's young son was about to join the armed forces and leave her embrace:~
I'll wager my man drubs the bout,
I'll wager my cards win;
I'll bet you think, without a doubt,
That gambling is a sin.
I'll risk my bottom dollar
That all the good and wise,
Or any learned scholar,
Despise the gaming guise.
I'll wager my horse takes the race
And I enhance my stake;
He'll run and run to gain a place,
The winning post to make.
But I'll wager you your sparkling smile
You'll remember that first time
You held your childrens' hand a while
As they were in their prime.
I'll wager you a candy kiss
I firmly guess it's so -
I'll bet you won't remember this...
You ever letting go.
(Her young man flew far away, flew as high as eagles fly and, alas, never returned)
Ex animo, Alan
They will never be forgotten no matter how hard life throw things at us.
I can feel the pain it took to write this piece for your neighbor when letting go is so big a part of your own life today.
For the better good of a loved one we suffer our personal loss knowing we are doing the right thing.
Thank you d a,. Yes that loss is hard but the saving grace is that I know she is in a safe place full of care and skill and love.
I remember those days Andy and it is tough but a right of passage that has to be suffered like when the children let go of their parents in the end
The wonderful circle of life
Great write
Yes it is hard but they must find their way in life knowing that we are always there for them.
letting go but always looking over your shoulder
Yes Ron we will always look at them to see all is OK.
just comes natural i guess andy,,you`re welcome
Absolutely wonderful write. I feel these words deeply. Thank you for sharing this, Goldfinch.
Thank you Alta, my absolute pleasure.
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