The Infant New Year stands in the Doorway
For all the World, fresh faced and Innocent.
Tightly Clutched in his eager little hand;
A Lunchbox daubed with Olaf from 'Frozen';
And Pen, Pencils, Exercise Book ready
For the Journal of Days to be Noted.
A Ruler for measuring Times quick feet;
And a Clean Handkerchief neatly folded -
For there will be many a scraped knee; felt;
Or the Running Stream of Joyous Salt Tears.
How small he looks and unwary of strife ;
To the Rough and Tumble of Times harsh school ;
With the long days journey from Child to Man;
Naive dreams to Realitys waking.
For that was once me in a Lightning Blink;
Starting my Education with bright eyes:
'One day at a time with the falling Sand'.
Those guiding Words of my Father still clear.
Oh! Such are the thoughts of his aged Parent;
Now tired and Weary and ready to Rest;
And Wizened and Deep grey with Creaking Bones
Ready to join his Ancestors long dead.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 31st, 2025 20:23
- Comment from author about the poem: Happy New year to you all.
- Category: special-occasion
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Comments2
A great greeting for the new year well painted. Happy New Year to you
And a Happy New year to you too.
Thank you for the Comment. This was written in a Rush to get it in . Not my normal practice.
You are most welcome Kevin
Kevin, this reads like a life seen from both ends at once. Youth, learning, fatigue, and acceptance move together with grace. It’s reflective, affectionate, and deeply human. A powerful piece. Happy New Year! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you. And all the Best to you too.
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