lasergraph

CRAYON ON THE WALL

 

 

 

My memories never fail to flow,

Back to when you were small;

To toys scattered on the floor,

And crayon on the wall.

 

I remembered all the questions asked,

On trips with just us two,

Like why is the water wet,

And why the sky is blue.

 

Those times we had were simple times,

Your needs were simple too.

Like helping to reach upper shelves,

Or maybe tie a shoe.

 

The answers always seemed to work,

On questions you could see.

And ice cream cones could always fix,

A scraped and cut up knee.

 

The answers got a lot harder over time,

And now that you are grown,

You have a little one asking for you,

To give answers of your own.

 

 

Comments6

  • orchidee

    A fine write L.

  • Louis Gibbs

    Beautiful portrayal of the cycle of life, Laser! I enjoyed and related to it. Thanks.

    • lasergraph

      Thank you. I think most parents can relate. I appreciate the kind words.

    • Michael Edwards

      I can certainly relate except that now I find myself increasingly asking questions of my children - again - and again - and again - especially when it comes to technology.

      • lasergraph

        When they complain of having to show you how to use technology, remind them you taught them how to use a spoon.

        • Michael Edwards

          Aw thanks - what a useful piece of advice - I'll surely use that one.

        • Heather T

          I haven't reached the stage of grandchildren yet, but this definitely resonates. Tough questions, sometimes unanswerable. I miss the beautiful simplicity of their "little" time. Nicely penned.

          • lasergraph

            Treasure those questions daily, time flies way too fast.

          • darkangelpoetry

            A wonderful piece thanks for sharing!

            • lasergraph

              Thank you. I appreciate that.

            • Lizzy Renee

              Nice Write!



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