Saturday, March 8, 2014

For My Son- Rod McKuen

   For My Son 



Watching children grow is like threatening the ivy to climb the garden wall. 
You wait for it to happen You hurry it along with love. 
But still, 
you're disappointed at giving someone life enough 
to walk off on their own and not be carried in your arms. 
You never turn your back - not once -and yet, one day, 
they've grown apart or taller. 
It's all the same.
Polly put the kettle on we'll have tea...Giving love to children has made us older overnight.

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