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On things she cant afford.
Her week-ends at the laundramat;
Or at the grocery store.

Her nights evaporate in sleep;
Her evenings are for chores.
Coaching boys, who leave her toys;
And fingerprints on doors.

Shes losing them to cellphones;
TV, computers, friends;
Dinner, dentists, homework;
And struggles to pretend;

That she knows all there is to know;
And how long til the day;
They learn her minds, behind their time;
And come to doubt her ways?

The years unfold; she’d sell her soul;
For one day all alone;
Without a plan, that overran
The life she used to own!

Time will say she found her way;
Her sons have long departed;
The path they go she hopes will show;
In values she imparted.

The years unfold; she’d sell her soul;
If only they would call.
The circle closes; she grows roses;
That climb her garden wall.

Again to sow, and watch them grow,
Shell weed and plant and tend.
Shell give her all, to see them tall;
Her empty heart to mend. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 55 [topic] => 23 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )

A Parents Garden

Contributed by softerware on Thursday, 3rd August 2017 @ 12:20:13 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

She works all day, to spend her pay;
On things she cant afford.
Her week-ends at the laundramat;
Or at the grocery store.

Her nights evaporate in sleep;
Her evenings are for chores.
Coaching boys, who leave her toys;
And fingerprints on doors.

Shes losing them to cellphones;
TV, computers, friends;
Dinner, dentists, homework;
And struggles to pretend;

That she knows all there is to know;
And how long til the day;
They learn her minds, behind their time;
And come to doubt her ways?

The years unfold; she’d sell her soul;
For one day all alone;
Without a plan, that overran
The life she used to own!

Time will say she found her way;
Her sons have long departed;
The path they go she hopes will show;
In values she imparted.

The years unfold; she’d sell her soul;
If only they would call.
The circle closes; she grows roses;
That climb her garden wall.

Again to sow, and watch them grow,
Shell weed and plant and tend.
Shell give her all, to see them tall;
Her empty heart to mend.

Copyright Â© softerware ... [ 2017-08-03 12:20:13]
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Re: A Parents Garden (User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on Thursday, 3rd August 2017 @ 09:24:01 PM AEST
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WOW WOW WOW!!! Breathtaking...I think you just put into words what every parent dreads and longs for. Wishing for children to grow and fly and in a blink of an eye wish them small again but realizing that it is too late. This could pass for a Shakespearean sonnet except with twice as many lines..GREAT piece my friend and I look forward to your next work of art.

Rich

Re: A Parents Garden (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Sunday, 6th August 2017 @ 06:00:41 PM AEST
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I find this very sad. I watched this with my folks.
I was always by their side but I know many have no support and grow old alone. Very sad. It is a selfish world we live in. Another jewel from Jaye!

Re: A Parents Garden (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 9th August 2017 @ 08:35:11 PM AEST
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Very nice. And an unfortunate truth. I like this one a lot even though it/'/s very sad

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