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“It’s changing without giving up your identity that counts for the most. You meet the needs of the relationship without sacrificing your morals and values as one person” ~ You
How well put! Brava! I am going to take you up on removing the “eternal” bit from the poem, “War for Peace.” I was humbled by your words. Thank you.
New Edition of that section:
“Of a ferocity gentled,
of a newness kindled,
of a passion rewarded
and of the sorrow comforted,
on the grounds of a peace,
enduring.
Lasting.
A ground unbreechable,
a banner that cannot fall,
a standard unbreakable,
the herald’s cry that will never go mute.
Lasting.”
I have found over the years that I have learned so much from my children. All of them are on their own except the youngest but he teaches me something new every day. We just have to take the time to listen and as adults we forget at times that listening is the greatest teacher of all.
Rarely do I find poems on here about parenthood and that saddens me. My wife and I figured out that after all our children are gone we will have raised children for 32 yrs. My problem is letting go because it feels that I am growing old. I know this is part of life but I find that a bit scary. I served in the military for 22 yrs but raising kids was by far a tougher job.
As I let my children go into this world I have this deep fear for them and I now know how my mother and father felt the day I left home.
So, I ramble here on your page but I found comfort in your write today. It let me know that I was not alone in my feelings.
Again Your poem was well written and I hope to read more as I find myself grazing these pages.
I wrote that in the moment after I recieved and email from an old friend whom I had served with in the military.
His email had stirred memories that I had burried long years earlier and I just had to put it down on paper. The young man that I spoke of was my God Child and I had watched him grow up over the yrs.
Maybe one day his own son will read this poem and know the hardships his mother faced.
May all of our troops return home safely and of sound mind.
Deepest respect and Admiration (Thanks for the fav)
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