Teach your Children Well
Teach them All your dreams
Children are small kites
They try to soar high and
Lifted by the winds
They Fall
You coax and mend the hurt
And the small kite becomes
more distant but you keep
Assuring them that they will
soar high one day
As time goes by and the leaves
Begin to fly - you page them
So do they
Till one day the time comes to
Cut loose the string
And See them lifted by the wind
And See them fly into the night
Sky
When they need more string
You keep letting it out - till
No more string is left
But You- Standing alone in the
Rain.
What kills you finally - Is when
They leave? ? ? ? ?
And Never Look Back
There is a sweet sadness that
goes with that strange joy now
You know
As The God Lord above is the
Judge
You did your duty.
Dedicated to the late Erma Bombeck
satbir bakshi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teach-your-children-2/
