The first time I saw her,
She was blue;
Cord wrapped round her neck.
She was mine.
She was ours.
We loved her.
Now in her teens,
She breaks our hearts.
But we love her just the same.
The First Time I Saw Her
Welcome to Harcourt 51 – Where anything can happen – And usually does
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What a sweet and honest poem. I see it about a daughter, but it could be read many ways. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you, Cheryl. I’m glad you like it. I like to tease, a little, with my writing. It keeps people guessing 🙂
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Haha it’s working!
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🙂
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Oh dear, my son is almost a teenager 😉 Our love for our children never changes, but it doesn’t mean it’s easy to live with them all the time, does it?
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Oh no! It doesn’t mean it’s easy. To be honest, my youngest is almost 24, so this is partly memory. 🙂
The sentiments, though, are true throughout our children’s lives. My mother keeps telling me, (and I’m a grandfather to 12 of her great-grandchildren), that she worries about me! So, it never ends. Only this afternoon, she reminded me of that 🙂
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Lol, my parents are like that as well. I’m never too old to be their baby. Family bonds are amazing ♥
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They are. And we must make the most of them, despite how annoying they can be, on times!
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Yesiree 😉
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Love this one, Mike! Our two were “low maintenance,” but they had their moments when they were teenagers!
Ron
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Don’t they all, Ron. Thanks for the comment.
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and she now has her moments when she makes you feel blue and as if you had a cord wrapped around your neck. such is the role of a teenager, as they find their way.
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That’s true, Beth. Actually, both of our daughters are now in their 30’s with children of their own. But the cord is still there 🙂
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yes, and it’s never really cut )
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And we wouldn’t have it any other way.
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right again, michael
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Those kids are scaring us and breaking our hearts from the word go. Great job capturing that. Thanks for linking up.
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Thanks for reading and commenting. And thank you for the prompt, too.
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Sweetness and light, and a lovely rhyme.
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Thank you. I’m glad you like it.
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This is a lovely piece. Loving through the heartbreak is what we do as parents.
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Thank you, Janna. It was also fun trying to share the feelings whilst sticking to the challenge constraints.
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You have really captured the whole sense of being a parent. We love our children more than life itself but, they can drive us to drink, at times. Good post. 🙂
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Thank you, Cobbie. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Michael, this is just so beautiful, both to read and to feel.
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Thank you, Rexie. It’s nice to know that someone else feels the same.
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My daughter will leave home for university next fall so I can relate to this. I’m already dreading all of the empty space her absence will create, but thankful she will be only a couple hours away.
This was really lovely!
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Thank you, Valerie. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who misses their childhood.
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Michael, I agree. There is a lot of comfort in knowing that:)
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Clever misdirection leaves this reader much relieved. Thanks (I think).
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🙂 Thanks Mike. I like to keep my readers guessing 🙂
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Lovely work.
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Thank you. I’m glad you like it.
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bon courage et bonne chance… I do/did understand you… 🙂
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Thank you, Mélanie. I’m glad I’m not the only one who sees this 🙂
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I know…but it will get better. Much better 🙂
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Yes. Until they leave home. Then it gets worse again!
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