This
“This is it then,”
he said,
both children
on his knee.
He felt
trapped and free
in equal
measure,
like the world’s
heaviest feather
carried by
the breeze.
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Lovely. Can really connect with this. x
I’m glad you continue writing poetry. It’s a real strength of your writing, Mark. Wow. (I’m getting sick of typing ‘wow’ all the time with your posts . . . but hey! WOW!)
I love this poem, Mark. It perfectly describes the whole parenting thing in just a few words. Well done. ; )
I relate completely. Someone called it “the blessings of my burdens”.
I never heard that! But I love it. Sounds like a good blog title, or book? Thanks Abbie!
I love this, Mark. I am limited in my understanding of poetry, even the great stuff, but this one really resonated with me. What a beauty.
Thanks for this!
Very nice work. Having two boys, I get it. I love the simplicity of this piece.
Beautiful!