Once upon a time…
we took make-believe trips in imaginary planes
we drank cups of imaginary tea
we slept in a make-believe tent
and sailed an imaginary sea.
The Persian rug was a flower garden
where we walked curving paths carefully,
but now you are thirteen and taking
the path towards your own destiny
leaving behind, as is fated
make-believe tea
your childhood
and me.
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A little jewel
by Ryszard Antolak on Fri Feb 19, 2010 11:34 PM PSTJust perfect.
Thank you.
Lovely poem
by jamh on Fri Feb 19, 2010 09:56 AM PSTMy daughter just turned fourteen today so I can relate perfectly.
Time is their friend and our enemy, as it should be.
Letting go
by Jahanshah Javid on Fri Feb 19, 2010 07:52 AM PSTSad, yet sweet and touching. Beautiful.