Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Childhood passes


Fathers love it when their babes are boys
For now you can play with them and their toys
Race their model cars up and down the hall
And then to teach them how to catch a ball

But it is so different with little girls
When you see in them their mothers curls
They're so precious as they sleep in your arms
As you protect them from all life's harms

You kick a football and play with dolls too
And get splashed at sea cos that's what kids do
Then you worry when they are so sick in bed
And thank God for all the prayers you've said

What pride you feel when your son grows up tall
But anguish when your girl for a boy does fall
How their childhood passes so very fast
And how much you want to recall the past

But despite the sadness as they leave home
They soon come back with kiddies of their own
Their little ones crawl on you and pull your hair
You love them when you see yourself in there

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17 comments:

  1. This is such a beautiful and heartwarming ballad..!
    Well penned :D

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  2. Oh my! I love the delighted tone and honest love of this poem.

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  3. That last line is a treasure...good parenting should never be underestimated...and i suspect it isn't by those who hold you dear :)

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  4. Such a lovely entry for this Father's Day coming up this weekend. A really special tribute.

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  5. Grandparenthood is one of the great joys of life. It sounds like you have been the most wonderful of fathers and are now enjoying the enormous pluses of being a Grandpa! I loved this, Robin.

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  6. love the delightful note all through...

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  7. I love the cycles you cover in this...a moving piece of poetry indeed!

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  8. So true. Love my kids and my grandkids

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  9. The circle of life, nicely done

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  10. So very true--we do come round and sometimes, see ourselves in their eyes

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  11. I am somewhere between verse 4&5 with my eldest son - waiting to see if he gets the grades he needs for university. For some reason, my husband has always been relieved that we have no daughters...

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  12. Wonderful I get the feelings so much just thinking of them.

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  13. Old Egg,

    A powerful tribute to parenting and the world of children as well. A fine balance of enjoyment, LOVE, care and, that sadness too when they 'fly the nest.' A very fine father as well:)
    Eileen

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  14. Awww...what a beautiful piece of writing, Robin.
    "But despite the sadness as they leave home
    They soon come back with kiddies of their own
    Their little ones crawl on you and pull your hair
    You love them when you see yourself in there"-- I am waiting for this treat :) I loved this!

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  15. Sweet! And I am so glad someone finally explained why my Dad was so keen to play with my little brother rather than me. (Not that he wasn't loving and protective as you describe, but....)

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  16. Beautifully penned. As they say of grandparents and grandkids, "a grandparent is twice the parent to a grandkid" :-)

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