Can I Carry You?
I guess that I can hold you
one more time before you grow
and tell you that I love you
so that you will always know.
Growing up is hard to do. The challenges that a child must deal with throughout the life cycle are overwhelming. Children must deal with physical, emotional and psychological changes as they grow. There is no manual for growing up. In western society there are so many options given to children that they often feel confused and lost. We are not doing our children a favor if we do not provide guidance to them. Parents are there to help children navigate this confusing world. Let us not shirk in our duties.
I guess that I can hold you
one more time before you grow
and tell you that I love you
so that you will always know.
I think this is one of the coolest ways to express a dad's love. It's not expressed in the same monotonous lament where some will cry for and some will not. This poem will definitely make any...
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I remember-
of days so long in the past
when I wished I would grow up so fast.
The childhood of a person might be a mixture of both pleasant and unpleasant memories. Mine is dominated by unpleasant memories, but I love to read and listen to the pleasant experiences of...
The sun was brilliantly shining.
It was a picture of a day,
when I stared outside my window
and watched my son at play.
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Those were the days...
When I used to get up late,
Never cared about the day and date.
You were always there to protect me
through the dark and cold of night.
I would hold you close beside me
and squeeze you in so close, so tight.
This poem linked with my current phase. A teddy bear is a non-living thing, but when I start telling him my daily stuff, it seems that he listens and the solution to my worries is the big...
As I look back to when I was but a boy,
I'd have to say a cardboard box was my favorite toy.
There were no action figures in this day,
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Leaves dusted with white
Moon reflects through the night
Off the blanketed ground of sheer winter
We'll grab our tackle boxes and head down the hill
Hoping today will be a big deal.
Let's wish for no tangles in our lines.
We all must be back by dinner time.
it's fair to say you've been there from the very start,
But is it enough to just drop in for this tiny heart?
You only get one chance to teach these tiny feet,
It's not enough to come here to just watch me sleep. ...
I remember years ago,
you were so little then.
Sometimes,
I can't help but wish,...
I absolutely love this poem. It is just a spot on and every line touches the heart.