Tools
There’d been the best choice to stack their toys,
teach them well
to arrange all in happier groups, families,
and play with trifles and treasures instead of
electronics, ever making pat excuses
screens would ready them for the future;
instead my babies howled as never expected
the day I swept and hauled
every toy and block away. I was screaming,
furious, and frothing that she was going
to leave it, making me do it
since I complained to her for so long.
This is one of my greatest sorrows in life.
I threw away the bricks.
My son never built his cathedral.
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Beautifully sad poem. I sat with the silence created after reading it for a few minutes.
A well-written lamentation.
Whew, that last stanza drives a nail through it. The regret and sorrow dripping of the page.
The emotion is so raw here. Agree with Bill that the last stanza is so effective. If you aren’t already, I would consider if this should be in the collection you’re currently working on. Thanks for sharing.
Powerful ending. Impressive
no more second-guessing
Wow !!!!!
Solid bone.
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Oh the regrets of the hurts we inflict on our children. So relatable. Thank you.
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Powerful. Most parents have regrets before the kids leave grade school!
Oh! This is powerful!