Strength Is A Child’s Journey
Child, oh child—unburdened before life.
Fallen star from the heavens—
Floating—on water’s golden light.
In that sunrise—
You carry wood, smile, and be polite.
Helpful as ever-present.
You placed yourself— in my heart
And lifted my life’s purpose—carried—
In your embracing arms.
We sit— in our own houses now.
I look at your photograph—loving you—
Remembering— how strong you are.
Tags: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, Pine Cone Diaries
frederick anderson
March 14, 2016 at 3:07 am
Oh, to somehow recapture that innocence and newness! A poem to keep in my heart.
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M
March 11, 2016 at 9:55 pm
tender and sweet ~
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
March 7, 2016 at 2:30 pm
This gives me a chill. I sometimes follow that floating light and am jarred by the separate house I now live in.
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Magaly Guerrero
March 7, 2016 at 1:15 pm
Love the warmth that come out of these words… and I recognize that bittersweet nostalgia, too.
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Jae Rose
March 7, 2016 at 7:52 am
What a wonderful tribute – lucky to be treasured and to be able to treasure
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Sumana Roy
March 7, 2016 at 1:22 am
when a star is on the ground it naturally has its own strength…love the rich imagery you’ve used…a moving poem ZQ…the reading is wonderful…
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Luk Lei
March 6, 2016 at 10:52 pm
Very nice, crazy how it all goes so quickly.
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James Toma (Jamztoma)
March 6, 2016 at 8:28 pm
Radiant and nostalgic. I love those two.
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1sojournal
March 6, 2016 at 7:22 pm
My very first attempt to write poetry, came after the birth of my third child. Thank you for reminding me of that and why it was so important,
Elizabeth
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Trudesses
March 6, 2016 at 4:57 pm
a child fallen star from heaven…a gift of precious love…
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gillena
March 6, 2016 at 1:35 pm
Nice nostalgic mood here. Children grow up but the child never leaves the parent’s heart
Thanks for linking up at my Sunday Lime
Much love…
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Purba Chakraborty (@Manchali_Purba)
March 6, 2016 at 1:00 pm
This is so touching. Beautifully weaved.
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Sherry Marr
March 6, 2016 at 12:37 pm
This is so moving, my friend. I love the photo! And that he lifted your life’s purpose…………so true. That’s what children do. Such a loving and beautifully affirming poem. It hit me right in the heart – ka-pow!
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
March 6, 2016 at 12:06 pm
Love how you looked back.. children have a way of growing up don’t they?… and photos have a way of waking memories.
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Sanaa Rizvi
March 6, 2016 at 11:26 am
This is so touching.. lovely write 🙂
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magicalmysticalteacher
March 6, 2016 at 10:18 am
I always like it when poets look at old photos and write new poems. You’ve done well!
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thotpurge
March 6, 2016 at 10:05 am
What a lovely photograph…and such fond memories..
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dsnake1
March 6, 2016 at 9:46 am
this is so tender and touching, my friend.
yes, we draw strength from our children. their journey is the purpose of our living. 🙂
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Mary
March 6, 2016 at 9:39 am
A very touching poem, ZQ. And I love the photo. Children do grow up, don’t they? And one must remember those times & also reflect on just who it was that helped develop the strength in the personhood they exhibit today.
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