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:
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
Now we just need a post about the "youngest child" and we have all our bases covered! lol
who's there? :)
David, your ability to precisely capture the dynamics of that which you post about is absolutely astounding.
nice way to portray the oldest.
Even though your oldest is difficult you sure wrote a beautiful poem about him.
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
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!
great poam. but the next one needs to be about the SANDWICH child ;)
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.
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..
moiy...
No..Not again.
look..I can handle rookies...and even nookies..
but not wookmie jookie cookies
sorry
head over heel..
it is about you..lol
Thanks
Nice tribute to the guinea pig child. It is a miracle my eldest has turned out half as well as she has.
bonnie...
I feel the same..but I was really the same way
It sounds like my mother could have written it about me.
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