ODE TO A TATTOO
I once had a child who took my breath away.
Everything was new and exciting because of her.
Behind every corner awaited a new adventure.
The clouds were cartoons and epic novels.
The water was full of hope and of the ages.
Her smile made my heart younger, and her cry,
took my soul to new depths of unhappiness
I gave that child wings and told her to fly and she did just that.
And with every beat of her wings as she flew from me,
my eyes became more wrinkled and could no longer see
as a young person sees.
I cried for her to return to me, knowing she could not,
Because the soul grows old and cannot renew itself.
Whereas, her young soul must be as it was meant to be.
Far from mine.
Today, I decided I would share a poem with you. It began with thoughts of one child and turned into thoughts of the other. I have always held the belief from The Prophet by Kalil Gibran where he says something to the effect that your children don't belong to you. I feel they are simple with us to housebreak the best we can manage and then send them out into the world to make a difference. To come into the world and go out of it, leaving it better because you were there. Life's purpose via Smother.
Go forth and prosper.
Me and the two I housebroke and gave wings to. I think I did a pretty good job.
Lol loo. Smother