Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Touchwood!

The innocent babbling
Some that I can comprehend
Some that I fail to grasp;
Tiny little hands
Falling in
A comforting grasp;
The infectious smile
That holds me captive;
The naïve games
Those keep us involved;
And his antics
Keeping us on toes;
The learning to speak,
To walk, play, read and color;
The learning to live;
The curious eyes
Following us through;
The curiosity
To see him evolve;
The urge to grasp in
More hours, minutes and seconds;
For days fall seemingly short
And no time is ever enough,

To bask in blessed company of a child.
Touchwood.

Linking with Trifecta: Week Ninety

18 comments:

  1. Beautiful and, oh so true! Every single word of your poem resonates within my heart. From one lover of children and their world, to another....thanks for sharing such great work. :)

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  2. Every word reminded me of when my kids were little, and this is so true - "And no time is ever enough."

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    1. Thank you so much Tara. I am glad the poem brings back happy memories for you

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  3. Lovely entry, Ruby! I could sync with every gesture of love for my little ones.

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  4. "no time is ever enough" - that says it all

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  5. Yes, yes, yes. I just put my youngest on the school bus for the first time. This touched a nerve. Thanks for linking up. Don't forget to come back and vote at the end of the challenge.

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  6. So true. No time is ever enough, and it's shocking at how fast it goes by, and then the little ones aren't so little anymore.

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    1. Thank you so much Janna. It is always a pleasure to hear such encouraging words from you

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  7. Your work is always great for the emotions it sparks.

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    1. Thank you Draug for all the support you lend me through your kind words

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  8. Oh, I know this feeling well! Lovely job!

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