07-12-2007, 06:22 AM
Join Date: May 2000
Who knows why!
They come - and we cry
They go - and we cry
And then we sigh with relief
So is their chaos of emotions
So are your best jeans
They come back -we cry
When they leave again
They are a part of you
Yet you are apart
For it is the design of nature
To let go of its creations
And let them be free!*
I am "bumping " a poem I wrote - then add it here if I can.
when our only child moved to Seattle (we are in NY!)
PS she is coming to visit next week- cry cry cry cry!
the seeds of a dandelion
Pretty, delicate, rather flimsy and light
Cling to their parent-flower so tight
Eventually the wind blows them away
Rest asssured: that although sparated or apart
They belong to each other as a new flower starts.
The seeds of the dandelion travel afar
Carried by the wind where they had begun
Their flight is so natural when first we notice:
delicately ...in a different
We knew it and yet-
It came as a surprise!