As I hold your hand in mine,
I see forward to a time,
When I’ll have to let it go
And send you on your way, and so
I never take for granted these
Sweet moments when we shoot the breeze,
Walk hand in hand, and share our dreams.
The future’s closer than it seems.
I never want to let it go,
Your hand in mine is precious, so
I’ll hold your fingers tight in mine,
And bid brave farewells when it is time.
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awwww, this is sooo sweet 🙂 Loved it.
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Thank you x
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Beautiful thoughts Pooky, we as parents in many ways dread the day that stops happening, even now with my children grown there are days when I wish that could still happen, as opposed to the looks of horror should I try it now…lol
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I’m a real hand holder, I hold hands with my girls, my husband, my friends. I think everyone should hold hands all the time. It calms us! And yet… I realise my girls are getting bigger and there will come a time when I have to let go…
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Oh Pooky, this is a wonderful meditation on motherhood. It’s has a sense of metaphor combined with reality.
As Ken grew older we went out for dinner regularly because there were no distractions, just the 3 of us around a table. No one had to get up or worry about preparing the food. It was a time for sharing, closeness fun and deep and meaningful conversation.
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When you speak of Ken, it often sounds like some of the most precious times were once he was a bit older. It sounds like you had a very special and honest and open relationship. You must have many memories to cherish.
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This is so lovely Pooky, and something we, as mothers, cherish. Your poem brought back lots of cosy memories, and of course,I can now hold hands all over again! 😊
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I’m so glad it brought happy memories to mind 🙂
How are you doing now? x
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Yes indeed, make the most of now!
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hear hear!
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We forgot to tell you that Alix & Roxane from “Tails from Paris” have nominated your blog for the Inner Peace Blog Award :
http://tailsfromparis.com/2013/11/08/the-inner-peace-blog-award/
Because you’re worth it 😉
Have a peacefully coming week !
Alix & Roxane
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Thanks for following my blog.
I love reading your poems, keep up the good work.
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Thank you – I look forward to reading more of your posts too.
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This is sweet. I’m feeling this at the moment. Five is such a watershed age. From toddler to child. I’m losing that chubby little monster that loves nothing more than a cuddle with Mummy and a silly game. Now he’s always mad at me for something I told him to do and doesn’t want to know! :<
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That sounds sad… I want my babies to want cuddles forever. I’m sure I’ll be chasing them down the streets for cuddles when they’re in their 20s!
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Beautiful, Pooky, and one that I can currently relate to! Letting go isn’t easy, but it’s necessary and inevitable! 🙂
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I wish that didn’t have to be so… good luck letting go x
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I know; it’s really not fair and wasn’t in the parent handbook, was it? Or maybe in the small print. 🙂 Our daughter’s adjusted in college and so are we…there really is truth to healing in time…xx
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The pesky small print. Gets me every time!
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I miss those days when they used to hold my hand. Now they are grown boys – one not quite a man – he is 16 and the other just about a man – almost 19. Letting go of them has been the most difficult thing. I have known since before they were born these days would come and they have. We have so many years to prepare – it does not make it easier.
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Hopefully you’ll just have a period of hand-holding remission, then when they’re completely fully grown they’ll become more cuddly again?…
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I would love that;)
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