The Sunday Whirl:
~ Be Safe ~
Don’t let your soul wander coatless, daughter,
Wrap a woolly scarf around your heart, child,
All you see is white, there’s an ugly shadow,
Creeping up on you each time your back’s turned,
Don’t venture out, stay inside this kitchen,
Sheltered from the winds, away from harsh words.
Admonish I may – fullness she’s seeking,
Letters of concern returned unopened,
Unaware is she, wants to be that way,
She prefers licking metal in the cold.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
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Well spoken to a daughter...
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Thank you, Gautami!
DeleteBeautiful write, the last stanza packs a punch. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brenda, glad you liked it!
DeleteWell done! Feels real!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I guess I might have been having an imaginary conversation with my growing daughter...
DeleteIt would be nice if we could shelter them like that.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it? Oh well... Thank you for visiting, Laurie.
ReplyDeleteNice to find another wordler. And a mother who longs to keep their child safe, while giving them wings. The last line made me smile... I have a daughter like that- she is 31 now.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Teri. It's a constant worry with kids, isn't it? And trying to keep the balance between giving them guidance and allowing them to explore and find out for themselves. A fun ride, though :0)
DeleteIf they would only lets us keep them safe...neither of my daughters will listen. The 20 year old or the 9. Guess our parents would say the same. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI think they do listen even if it doesn't look that way. At some point we have to let go - that part is really hard. Letting them live their own life, make their own mistakes. I bet our parents would say the same thing. And we turned out sort of OK, didn't we? :-)
ReplyDeleteInteresting read because I'm reading as a mother who trying to frighten her daughter to keep her home and making her forced companion.
ReplyDeleteI was writing more of a message to mother, rather than daughter. Mother might be worried for a reason, but she cannot keep daughter by her side all her life. And it's not the way it's supposed to be. So, she lets go.
DeleteThank you for your comment, Cathy!
Children will have their own way, no matter what we parents say...
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They will, but I think they still appreciate our concern and good advice... at least deep inside they do :-)
DeleteWould you please consider using only comment moderation and forgetting about Blogger's new, and very-difficult-to-read word verification? My eyes will thank you, and, honestly, you really don't need both. It's overkill. Thanks so much!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! Thank you for pointing that out. I thought there was no way around it, I'll figure out how to disable it. I've been having trouble, too, visiting other blogs and trying to leave comments. This new word verification is ridiculous, very frustrating!
DeleteThanks again!
Your last line made me smile. My youngest daughter just asked me if its true that licking cold metal would make her tongue stick?...as for the rest...been there, both as daughter and mother;))I l-o-o-ove the way you opened this poem!
ReplyDeleteI remember licking a metal key when outside in winter, how wonderfully scary it was! I think I did it even though I'd been told not to... or maybe because I'd been told not to :-)
DeleteHee, hee, my baby girl (Now 33 years old) was very much this way, but now, with her own three children she tells me that she is "sounding like her Mom"! So, they do retain the words we have spoken to them throughout their lives! :) Hen
DeleteI do find that I sound like my Mom, too! :-)
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