A newborn babe in mother’s arms
Weeps so many, many tears,
No comfort comes until
A lullaby, sung into its ears
Soothes the pain, and lips
Kiss away the tears.
Now grown into a little girl
Of but a few young years,
On her first day at school
Her mum calms all her fears
And a warm shadow of protection
Comes to kiss away the tears.
That girl will soon be a bride,
A day of champagne and cheers;
The thought of leaving the nest
Looms closer, and as it nears
She leans upon Dad’s shoulder
For him to kiss away the tears.
When married, it won’t be long
(As the sense of euphoria clears)
Before she too will be a mother
To a child each parent reveres;
Then it will be her turn
To kiss away the tears.
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Author:
Cygnus X-1 (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2021 00:25
- Category: Family
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Comments3
I had the pleasure of spending a couple of hours with my granddaughters (3 and 7) yesterday. My, how they have grown. The pandemic has kept us apart. I think I know the loving wonderment which fills your poem today.
Such a lovely comment. Pleased you liked my poem . Thanks.
such a wholesome depiction
of nature's capacity for beautiful cycles
thanks for sharing
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