Sunday, January 16, 2005
A Parent's Wish
As I disassemble the holiday tree,
I slowly gather the twigs
like picking up recollections of you.
Your toys usually littered the sala
geometric shapes you fit
with your little hands
while learning to walk,
Each ornament, a red ball or slver star
represents some of your fondest toys...
horses, trains, and cars
on your first steps.
Remote controlled tractors,
planes and battle ships
when you were two feet high
I wish you had not grown
taller than I am.
And you remained contented
with fitting shapes
and electric toy trains
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I slowly gather the twigs
like picking up recollections of you.
Your toys usually littered the sala
geometric shapes you fit
with your little hands
while learning to walk,
Each ornament, a red ball or slver star
represents some of your fondest toys...
horses, trains, and cars
on your first steps.
Remote controlled tractors,
planes and battle ships
when you were two feet high
I wish you had not grown
taller than I am.
And you remained contented
with fitting shapes
and electric toy trains
Comments:
Bayi Not only have you captured the essence of my poem but you made an even more poignant poem out of it. You never told me you also dabbled in poetry. All the more that I admire you now.
Hey you guys have some pretty good poetry here! Rolly, on yours at first I was sad because I thought your son had died and you were remembering him, but then I saw that he had just grown up!!!
Stan So nice to see you here. I see you've had your mileage with your feet article after all. Seems like you were just impatient. hahaha
Anyway, I'm glad you liked the poem. es, this is the aftermath of Christmas. We were disaassembling the christmas tree and I realized we did not have those Santa Claus socks (again, I'm talking about socks, huh) anymore as the kids are all grown up now. Bayi, on the other hand, is a good friend from Malaysia and as you can see had done his own take on the subject. Quite good, I might say.
I hope yu also got to visit my teaching blog. It's in english, too, depsit the title, ;-)
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Anyway, I'm glad you liked the poem. es, this is the aftermath of Christmas. We were disaassembling the christmas tree and I realized we did not have those Santa Claus socks (again, I'm talking about socks, huh) anymore as the kids are all grown up now. Bayi, on the other hand, is a good friend from Malaysia and as you can see had done his own take on the subject. Quite good, I might say.
I hope yu also got to visit my teaching blog. It's in english, too, depsit the title, ;-)
