Silence
Silence
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad.
Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight old house is quiet. No shuffling of feet and loud voices. Children are gone. Old wife must keep me company.
Once my life was too busy. Kid needed lunch and attention for school. Little time to think. Today I miss the voices of laughter and the small morning arguments between the kids. Old ages teaches us. The father and daughter dances are the best days in a life. Hours spend at the bus waiting with your precious child is not too long. Today old photos and new silence is what I have left.
I learn too late. I loved awakening with my children. Hearing them talk of their days and their dear laughter. The days of McDonald kid meals and waiting in the parks till their unlimited energy was wore away.
Once I wished for silence. Today I love when kids are close. Today I love to see them and tell them. You gave me reason and purpose my children. Thank you.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Beautiful reflection, John. Children bring us so much joy and wonderful memories. Thanks, John.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. Without our kids. What would we be?
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You’re welcome, John. Without kids we would be a dark and barren inside. We need their beautiful light of hope.
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your thoughts, words, images was very emotional!
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Thank you mihrank. I appreciate the comment.
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Reblogged this on Erica in California and commented:
Whenever I feel overwhelmed and driven batty as a mom, I remind myself that this is a short phase in my life and I will soon miss it….
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You are right. My baby girl left for college. House is mighty quiet. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Your thoughts made me cry, John. Such truth in your words. I’ve seen the regret replace joy in my father’s eyes when the grandchildren leave after a visit. He loves having all four of his kids home again and stirring up trouble. He just smiles and laughs. Adding spouses and grandchildren to the mix has brought him happiness. Be well, poet. xx
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I understand your father. I’m lucky. I babysit my three grand-boys weekly.They keep me young. Thank you for reading and the comment dear friend.
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Lovely sentiments. We long for peace when raising children, but miss them dearly when they are gone 🙂
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Yes you are right. Old age teaches us. We needed the kids as much as they needed us.
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