Growing Up Poem

Metaphor For A Child Growing Up

We watch with bated breath as our children spread their wings, fearing that they will fall and become dejected.

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A New Beginning

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Published: February 2006

A little egg under her mother's wings.
Yet to be born into the world of things.

A crack and a pop out she came.
Old and new, it was all the same.

Well nourished by mom, she began to sing.
Ready to learn of life and everything.

Innocence of new, she started up her flaps.
Not knowing of life, and all its traps.

Mother watched on, with a big chuckle.
As she sprang out of the nest, with no buckle.

Back and forth, she swayed, on the ground.
As her mother watched for danger, all around.

She tried and tried until that day.
Fly she did, but not in a graceful way.

The day came, like mother knew it would.
For her child to fly away, like she should.

Off towards the horizon, fling she went.
Mother watching from afar, knowing it was time well spent.

Many times, the hailstorms of life beat her down.
Sometimes in flight, all the way to the ground.

Lessons well learned, she still lost her way.
Fluttered home to mom, with nothing to say.

Under mother's wings once more, did she heal.
The grace of mothers, no one can steal.

By grace did she heal, down to the core.
Ready to take on life and its challenges once more.

She flew from the tree, mom proud to see.
She became the strongest sparrow, that ever would be.

The eagles bowed down, had nothing on her, by the way.
She flew, glided and God, did she soar that day.

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  • by daulatsinh gadhvi
  • 9 years ago

Yes it touches to my heart.
As we are the parents who do this for our children to make them strongest on earth.

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