Huzaidi Hashim

Raging Youth

Huddled over this lonely fire

… waiting on closed doors

Wondering when they will open

… to those who care the most!

Will they miss our warm embrace

… and the love that knows no end.

Will they miss their mother’s cooking

… and the warmth of her loving hand.

 

Every child will face this phase

… of needing to be free.

A need to move that mountain

… or explore the vast blue sea

Though we fear for their future

… we can't just disagree.

We’ll just have to be patient

… til they come home eventually!

Comments4

  • Kri2arch

    Thats great!

  • Jorge G Sifuentes

    Your spirit speaks for it self, you are full of talent...
    This!... I can see it's just a morsel of it all...
    Beautiful!!!

  • Huzaidi Hashim

    Thank you for your kind comments and ratings. The poem was written for my teenage children who have grown out of our nest. Although our hearts fear the worst for them, we must allow them their freedom to explore their fullest potential. It expresses our deep love for them during their need to find their own identity, to be the man or woman they have always wanted to be. My eldest son is teaching English, my second son and eldest daughter are studying to be doctors, my third son is studying Multimedia while the rest are still in school (of course this excludes baby Alanis). Wherever they are, our prayer will be with them always.

  • lulu

    niiiiiiiice poem especially after i knew it's 4 ur children & how u feel about them good job man good job



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