Tag: poem

Dear daughter

Dear daughter,
I just want you to know
it’s with a broken heart
I let you go
I want to stop you
and somehow make you stay
but it’s your life to live
and I can’t stand in your way

All I really want to do
is hold you in my arms
protect you from this hurting world
guard you from all harm
I know that it’s impossible
to spread your wings and fly
when your wings are tied together
under a mother’s watchful eye
so with my heart in pieces
holding back tears in my eyes
I’ll wave goodbye as I watch you go
and just in case you don’t know
my heart won’t beat the same
until you’re home

Dear daughter
seems we always disagree
burning Bridges go for miles and miles
that separate you and me
although we argue
and say things we don’t mean
my love for you is unshakable
even when we disagree

All I really want to do
is hold you in my arms
protect you from this hurting world
guard you from all harm
I know that it’s impossible
to spread your wings and fly
when your wings are tied together
under a mother’s watchful eye
so with my heart and pieces
holding back tears in my eyes
I’ll wave goodbye as I watch you go
just in case you don’t know
my heart won’t beat the same
until you’re home

Dear daughter
I’m sorry I ever let you down
to me you’re really special
I’m happiest with you around
I try so very hard
hoping you feel the same way
I guess if I hold too tight to you
I might smother you someday

All I really want to do
is hold you in my arms
protect you from this hurting world
guard you from all harm
I know that it’s impossible
to spread your wings and fly
when your wings are tied together
under a mother’s watchful eye
so with my heart and pieces
holding back tears in my eyes
I’ll wave goodbye as I watch you go
and just in case you don’t know
my heart won’t beat the same
until you’re home

Daughter I often pray
that there will come a day
you and I will gather all the pieces of the bridges we’ve burned down
Together build an unbreakable bridge to connect our hearts somehow
Until then,
with my heart in pieces holding back tears in my eyes
I’ll wave goodbye as I watch you go
but just in case you don’t know
my heart won’t beat the same
While your so far away
I’ll be counting all the days
until you’re finally home

My Conclusion

Why does it always have to make since,

Every little line and every word?

Why does it have to be in some kind of form?

To me its just absurd.

I really don’t understand it,

Although I still try to write.

Trying to come up with something,

That looks good in somebody else’s sight.

I think it should come,

Straight from your heart.

Every little line,

And every little part.

But to get the applause,

Of those who are reading,

You have to write something,

Better then those competing.

Whether the lines all match,

Or the words all rhyme,

To write something good,

It always takes time.

Its hard to take criticism,

From those who give it,

For every poem you write,

You’re the one who lived it.

Because it makes since to you,

You suppose it makes since to them.

But as for every heart that’s reading,

You cant always win.

I came to the conclusion,

I don’t have to know just why,

All I really have to do,

Is give my all and try.

 

 

Carrie Wink 1998

Discarded

My tree is full of fruit,

people pick to eat.

The fruit I bare,

so they say,

is heart warming and sweet.

Gentleness and kindness,

joyfulness and love,

patience and understanding,

people never get enough.

My fruit is disappearing,

no one seems to care,

they’ll no longer have the fruit,

from the tree they love to share.

I’ve been blown in the breeze,

I’ve been left out in the cold,

I’ve been trampled in the dirt,

now my fruit begins to mold.