Array ( [sid] => 184379 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Parents Garden [time] => 2017-08-03 12:20:13 [hometext] => What we know will always show. [bodytext] => She works all day, to spend her pay;
On things she cant afford.
Her week-ends at the laundramat;
Or at the grocery store.

Her nights evaporate in sleep;
Her evenings are for chores.
Coaching boys, who leave her toys;
And fingerprints on doors.

Shes losing them to cellphones;
TV, computers, friends;
Dinner, dentists, homework;
And struggles to pretend;

That she knows all there is to know;
And how long til the day;
They learn her minds, behind their time;
And come to doubt her ways?

The years unfold; she’d sell her soul;
For one day all alone;
Without a plan, that overran
The life she used to own!

Time will say she found her way;
Her sons have long departed;
The path they go she hopes will show;
In values she imparted.

The years unfold; she’d sell her soul;
If only they would call.
The circle closes; she grows roses;
That climb her garden wall.

Again to sow, and watch them grow,
Shell weed and plant and tend.
Shell give her all, to see them tall;
Her empty heart to mend. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 55 [topic] => 23 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - A Parents Garden


A Parents Garden
Date: Thursday, 3rd August 2017 @ 12:20:13 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
She works all day, to spend her pay;
On things she cant afford.
Her week-ends at the laundramat;
Or at the grocery store.

Her nights evaporate in sleep;
Her evenings are for chores.
Coaching boys, who leave her toys;
And fingerprints on doors.

Shes losing them to cellphones;
TV, computers, friends;
Dinner, dentists, homework;
And struggles to pretend;

That she knows all there is to know;
And how long til the day;
They learn her minds, behind their time;
And come to doubt her ways?

The years unfold; she’d sell her soul;
For one day all alone;
Without a plan, that overran
The life she used to own!

Time will say she found her way;
Her sons have long departed;
The path they go she hopes will show;
In values she imparted.

The years unfold; she’d sell her soul;
If only they would call.
The circle closes; she grows roses;
That climb her garden wall.

Again to sow, and watch them grow,
Shell weed and plant and tend.
Shell give her all, to see them tall;
Her empty heart to mend.

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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