Parents –
Mother, Daddy –
my world –
the centre of my life.
Comforting, supporting,
leading me
from child to adult.
They are windows to the past
connecting me
with ancestors, long dead,
who live again in stories.
The future looms, unknown to all.
Fearful, I falter. My loving guides lead on,
stop, step aside, and point the way.
Tears flow.
I say goodbye and leave, their words ringing in my ears.
“The future now is yours.
Enjoy life. Hold your head high.
Lead an honourable life.
Keep us in your heart, as we hold you.
As long as we live
the doors of home are open.
Return often
and tell of your adventures.
We will laugh, sing, and celebrate
before you leave again.
Travel far
on the journey only you can make.
May life
be full and challenging
and all go well with you.”
Memories flood over me.
The years
have flown away.
The loving guidance of my parents
has travelled with me all the way.
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.
Nicely done, Mon.
Ralph – Only a son would remember that the only subject I failed at university, was French! Thank Heavens for Google. “The more things change, the more they stay the same” – an old familiar saying which applies well. Glad you enjoyed my attempt at verse.
“They are windows to the past
connecting me
with ancestors, long dead,
who live again in stories.
Thnak you so much for “Grandma was`a Davis”!
“Travel far
on the journey only you can make.”
I am trying!
thank you so much for all of your words.
pleae continue ad ifinitim
Peace, Luck, & Love
Barry
Barry – Hello to my eastern nephew, and thank you for the comments. At my advanced age, I look back and am satisfied with some of the things I did. “Grandma Was a Davis” is one. Why don’t you consider searching the Jewell side – your background there is interesting? I was lucky enough to meet some of them – a long time ago
Beautiful words Marjorie…thank you!
Thank you, Liz. I am always pleased when satisfied comments come in. See you in church!
beautful poetry about wonderful people
I have fond memories of meeting your parents in their home in Calgary. I don’t know how old I was…I’m guessing I was less than ten. I do remember feeling the warmth of their welcome!
I think of you often with great affection.
LoveLeone
Leone – Our families really were intertwined, weren’t they? Life has blessed me, many times in many ways. Nice to hear you remember Mom and Dad – what a start in life they gave me.
Hello Marjorie;
I so enjoy your blogs, it is a good way to remain close in some way. I agree with Ralph, this is a perfect poem for all parents to give to their children. Thank you for your words of wisdom. May God continue to bless you.
My blessings have been plentiful so far, haven’t they, Norma? It is indeed great to connect with “kids” like you whom I have known so long. To hear that you enjoy the blog is a real pleasure for me. If you pass it on to those two children of yours, add my love!