i got up early this mornig
and wandered through the house
everything was just as quiet
as one lone country mouse.
as i looked into her room
with everything in place
i realized more than ever
i was in the human race.
the time had gone so quickly
the tears race away
no laughing of my daughter
will ring out here today.
the tears began to flow
as i stood by her bed
and then i gently closed the door
and walked across the floor.
there were no shoes,books or clothes
strewn upon the floor
the many times i had wished
she would put them up once more
and now they are either moved away
or neatly put in place,
and there are only memories
of toys and curls and lace.
no tender arms around my neck
no more a good night kiss
the little darling that i love
i'm certain going to miss
please, god ,set and angel
to guard her day by day
becaus she is all grown, and happy
and very far away.
Empty room when letting go?
A very nice tribute to the love you have for your daughter. Parents sometimes forget that they grow up fast and leave. Next time someone wants to yell at their kid for not cleaning their room or doing what they were supposed to do your poem would be a good reminder for them.
Reply:Lovely tribute to your daughter. You've raised her, and now she's all grown up. It's a hard thing to face, I know. Mine, however are boys. I miss the times when they were small. I find myself reminiscing, just as you have. I guess it's a sign...we loved what we did. We did a good job!!
I hope the sun shines on you today, and . . . you receive a call from your daughter. Have a good day!
Reply:God Bless You. When I first saw your thread I thought ...well I didn't realize she had only moved away. What you do with the room is up to you. I think it would be good to talk with your daughter about what to do with the things in her room.
My parents ultimately made me take all my stuff. They love me dearly but they were anxious to move on to the next chapter of their lives as well.
My in-laws didn't change my wife's old room much, at least the furniture is the same. Now it is a guest room, and doesn't have the things it used to-- no bulletin board with dried corsages, etc...
My parents have shown me by example that it is good to identify what stage in life you are in-- for them it was more than just learning to live with out us kids, but retiring with gusto, traveling, and most recently, finally moving out of a house and into a condo where they don't have to do maintenance.. hang in there!!
Reply:*sigh*
What effect a lovely poem has on people. I see its a beautiful poem about you daughter. Your poem has a lot of feeling and is graceful if you have any more keep posting them I will surely read them.
Reply:i think i've read this before. can't remember who Actually wrote it tho.
familiar faces
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