Thursday, March 14, 2013

The ways of the heart.

Funny how many lessons
we pass on, so many
we stop counting.

Brush your teeth
wash your hands
change your shirt
clean your room
feed the dog
do your homework
get a haircut!

Oh Mom!

You should know by now
and want all these things
for yourself, without my nagging you!

Lessons about
surviving the unknown
got lost
in our daily
search for a comfortable life
or dismissed when
too many shiny objects
and infinite possibilities
rose like birthday balloons
on  clear summer days.


  1. I just love how you have managed to take the ordinary, everyday challenge of being a parent and wrap it up in the
    uplifting' (excuse lame pun!) gorgeous simile of 'birthday balloons on clear summer days.

  2. mmm....that last stanza brings it home nice for me...we try to teach our little ones...but sometimes the lessons are lost....we are the same...and we have to re-learn them...

  3. Those lessons seemingly fall on deaf ears but eventually you see they were learned.

  4. were those lessons really lost? i think perhaps they are often buried, waiting for the time when circumstances trigger their reemergence.

    but we are, all of us, distracted by those shiny objects and infinite possibilities. what a beautiful image you conjure up here.

  5. So many things I can relate to here as a parent. Many thanks. That was beautiful.

    Greetings from London.

  6. This building we do . . . in your poem is very poignant. Where we focus, how we live. Bless you.

  7. rosaria, i look at my children over top these shiny objects, many of which aren't even very shiny, but only distractions in each day, and i wonder how on earth i might convey to them the possible wealth of living. even between a mother and a child this is incredibly difficult to translate.