As my sprouts scream and shout
Arguments continued about who started the spout.
I listen to both without making either one think I've picked a side
As I try to give some wisdom from my mistakes in life
Buddy boy you need to understand that you may not of made the physical action that's got someone hurt. The lesson to learn is that words are as powerful as hit to the heart, it's like playing with fire if you're not careful you will keep getting burned.
My sweetheart I feel your pain and you need to understand that we have to take responsibility for our actions. You can not go through life without something pushing you to a point of wanting to lash out or hurt them like you feel but this is the lesson my darling daughter, no one can truly make you do anything the power is inside us to choose.
My lesson was to learn how this all reflects back on me
With their help I become a better balanced dad/referee
As my last words are shared with them is no more blaming each other or ourselves
We live, learn and figure this out
- Author: Poetic Dan ( Offline)
- Published: April 4th, 2018 17:06
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Dan,
This a beautiful write!
Youāre spot on with...
āThe power is inside us to chooseā and
āWe live, learn and figure this outā!
We do learn from our children!
I loved reading this poem! It reminded me of my two children growing up and me being their mother/referee! I think I was balanced! They turned out ok! Yours will too! Thatā a great pic of your āsproutsā!š
~Laura~
Thank so much, it was a difficult but moment but the hugs made it all worth it.
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