Destiny Rising - a Rhyming Sight on Taking Flight
A Day at the Park May Be a Metaphor for Life, at Least for a Mother and Child
are instinctive philosophers."
Harriet Beecher Stowe
(1811 - 1896)
The swing, it forms a graceful arc,
As giggles fill the air.
And wonderment, it fills the park,
With children everywhere.
My daughter squeals, "Push higher, Mum!"
And grips the ropes in glee.
And yet, I ponder what's to come,
Lost in my reverie.
I grab the swing seat, give a shove,
And she again flies high.
Will she return, to hold my love,
Or grow to bid goodbye?
So back and forth, she gladly sways,
To me and off she swings.
Her independence grows with days,
As mother gives her wings.
For destiny says she must go
And reach up for the skies,
I cannot hold her back, although
I'll miss our lullabyes.
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16 Comments
Post a Commentloved this
Cute poem :)
Fun poem. I like it :)
Lovely and fun :) Sheri
I used to love our days at the park when my daughter was little. Thanks for bringing back wonderful memories.
BTW-I guess if you have the word "Destiny" in your title-the pic of "Destiny's Child" is what you get as an ad on your page-even tho it couldn't be further from the subject matter!
I sometimes tell my babies-who are now in their thirties-that I love the adults they have become-but that I sometimes feel very homesick for the children they were. Enjoy them as children while you can-it seems like only yesterday my boys were the age of my grandchildren.
This is darling. I SOOOOOOOO love the pictures it paints.
Darling poem! They grow up so fast, don't they?
Love this poem, this was so beautiful!!!! Gosh seems like yesterday I was rocking them in the swing love it!