Sunday, November 12, 2006

Ode to the eldest..


This poem is for you Mr. Intensity
Redefining propensity
Your birth, such intense joy
My miracle My eldest boy
Yes you were my hands on
In more ways than one
Trial, error and success
Joy, pride and stress
You’ve always dazzled us with your brain
Your stubbornness drove us insane

I love you dearly
and I see now...clearly
That no matter what we say
You’re gonna do it your way..
And as you mature...your boat sails on and you go..
We stand on the bridge watching you pass and grow
With tears in my eyes..
What a surprise
All that worry..for naught
And it was silly of me to have thought
Any differently
Because...you see
My dear son...

I see you

in me....



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16 Comments:

Blogger the only way i know said...

this might sound familiar

I'm soo sorry
I will be very repetitive..
and boring
and patronizing
and drippingly complimentary

but

Your post is beautiful

November 12, 2006 6:24 PM  
Blogger ggggg said...

Now we just need a post about the "youngest child" and we have all our bases covered! lol

November 12, 2006 9:30 PM  
Blogger Mata Hari said...

who's there? :)

November 12, 2006 10:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

David, your ability to precisely capture the dynamics of that which you post about is absolutely astounding.

November 12, 2006 11:44 PM  
Blogger chaverah said...

nice way to portray the oldest.

November 13, 2006 12:38 AM  
Blogger socialworker/frustrated mom said...

Even though your oldest is difficult you sure wrote a beautiful poem about him.

November 13, 2006 2:02 PM  
Blogger bellanny said...

wow...as an oldest child I can say that I feel the need to pave my own way...but you capture the parents view beatifully

November 13, 2006 7:10 PM  
Blogger kasamba said...

Your poem really touched me.


So ironic that the child that made me into a mother also made me feel that I needed mine more than ever!

November 14, 2006 11:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

great poam. but the next one needs to be about the SANDWICH child ;)

November 14, 2006 2:35 PM  
Blogger Sara with NO H said...

The sandwich child was already written about. I'm waiting to get to know the baby through power the power of poetry. Nuch a chosid, time to catch up on your reading.

November 14, 2006 9:03 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

Towik...the only..
Youre way too kind..
Thank u

LV...
stay tuned..

tuesday...
lol...good way of putting it...
I dont ahve that many..and I find anyhow that most kids fit into these main 3 molds...

itsallgood...
Thank u..u aint too bad urself
:-)

chaverah..
thanks

jemima...
lol...the mold is the same..

swfm..
thanks

bellany..
I'm also an oldest so it helps with the observation..

kas..
Thanks...
wow..good point..

nuch a chussid...
Thanks..
scroll down..ull see ode to the middle child..

sara...
Youll hear all about her..

November 14, 2006 10:34 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

moiy...
No..Not again.
look..I can handle rookies...and even nookies..
but not wookmie jookie cookies
sorry

November 14, 2006 10:55 PM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

head over heel..
it is about you..lol
Thanks

November 17, 2006 2:00 PM  
Blogger Bonnie B said...

Nice tribute to the guinea pig child. It is a miracle my eldest has turned out half as well as she has.

November 20, 2006 9:19 AM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

bonnie...
I feel the same..but I was really the same way

November 20, 2006 9:32 PM  
Blogger chanie said...

It sounds like my mother could have written it about me.

March 09, 2009 10:19 PM  

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