When life seems like a bed of roses
When family rifts can be volatile
When harsh words are spoken
Those roses wither and die
When plants thrive and grow
Your children have children of their own
How your relationship with them changes
Taking you in different directions
As walking on eggshells
All prickly underfoot
As our friendship evolves
Stepping carefully into the unknown
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Author:
BusyB (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As a parent with children who have their own. Relationships change and become volatile.
- Category: Family
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Comments1
Children can be like that but the true love between parents and children is always there.
Andy
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