To Attessa on Her 42nd Birthday
July 25, 2017
How did it get from then to now?
Where was I as it passed?
I remember yearning to sleep through the nite
Without you waking me for my breast
I remember yearning to talk with my friends
Without you interrupting and making demands
I yearned for a lazy morning, I could read a magazine
Without having to change your wet sheets to clean
I remember yearning that you could bathe yourself
So I could be doing something - anything else
I remember yearning that I could go out without you
Without you melting into a fit of tears
I remember yearning for the day that you could drive yourself
To your sports, after school clubs and friends' houses
I remember, I remember, but in between those days
I adored and loved you and yearned for you to stay
At the age that you were, on each given day
And when the days that I yearned for were finally at hand
I yearned that those days had not come to an end
And knew if I could
I'd do it all again
- Author: nancy akbari ( Offline)
- Published: July 25th, 2017 12:56
- Comment from author about the poem: My poem says it all about the miracle of the birth of my first child and the miracle of life itself
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A beautiful poetic contribution to MPS, Nancy! Welcome, and I will look for more from you. As a parent of two, I can relate,
Thanks so much.
Breathtaking. This struck a cord with me as a father to 2 young daughters. A reminder to always cherish the moments. Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for your comment. YUp even when they are young, the time, looking back, flies. Looking forward, not so much 🙂 I wonder if there is a word like misogynist for women because what I will say next will sound like I am such a woman, tho I am not. Just want to share with you that to my surprise, three out of the four comments I got were from men! I loved it.l
WOW, I loved this. I can remember some of those same yearnings and yet now wish it was back at the beginning.
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