A parent's burden

sorenbarrett

I feel the pain of my children

sensing the stress in their voice

they are flesh of my flesh

with their joy I rejoice

 

knowing the turmoil in their demeanor

I tense with their fears

blood of my blood

I cry their tears

 

I sense impending strife

The terror of their bed

where their nightmares of life

echos in my head

 

I quake with troubles they encounter

I cringe with their unvoiced shouts

I'm saddened with their failures

I tremble with their doubts

 

I cry when their needs go unmet

Their turmoil I retain

I sweat their sweat

though broken from me, they still remain

 

I can not divorce them

I can see what they can not see

Their feelings are mine

although they reject me

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 22nd, 2023 07:38
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    Good write SB.
    I cannot divorce KP - boohoo! She's got the divorce papers somewhere, but she has locked this ball and chain on my leg, and thrown away the key. What mad adventures KP and I have! lol.

  • sorenbarrett

    If the chain is long enough you can still bowl with the ball and you won't have to have an automatic ball return. Thanks for the review Orchi

  • Bella Shepard

    No matter how old they are, the tug of the heart string that connects them to you is unbreakable, expressed so beautifully in this poem. This one is very special, thank you.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks so much Bella for your review and understanding kind comments they are wo welcome

    • Goldfinch60

      So very true soren, our children are our life.

      Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Andy I so appreciate your review.

      • L. B. Mek

        even reading your relationship disharmony, hopefully only momentary
        is it wrong
        I'm still jealous, you've been granted
        the wondrous privilege of parenthood...
        not all of us are so lucky my wise friend
        remember that, next time you sigh
        🍻

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you L.B. for your most encouraging words. It is true my children have always brought me joy along with the concerns and sadness. They are what I leave behind my wise friend.



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