A poem on the pressures of growing up |
Look at her little fingers And tiny toes Her entire hand can barely hold Dad's finger when he tickles Baby's nose. This is our girl – this is our love How the universe does sparkle And the sky does sing The melody lies Behind Baby's blue eyes Life is hers to discover At just a few hours old Astronaut, Physicist, Lawyer, Doctor – Our sweet little girl will conquer it all The world will revel At the answers she'll find As she opens more doors And saves humankind. Look at him now Look, Dear, look! As our little boy eagerly, unsteadily walks over to Mom. On a tightrope he falters With the occasional fall But those dimples never waver And the pride only grows When he finally tugs on Mommy's clothes. How the roads do beckon And the potential serenades Softly, vividly behind Baby's blue eyes. Life is his path to mark At just two years old. President, Ambassador, Rocket Scientist, Writer - Our beautiful boy will conquer it all. The world will revel At the answers he'll find As he opens more doors And saves humankind. Look, Dear, please How I wish you were here I know you are watching – I know you are proud Of our sweet little girl With her head in the clouds She's smart, witty Beautiful, too... My God, how our baby reminds me of you Each time a new boy knocks at the door The first time she kissed me goodbye And left red on my cheek One-hundred-and-one heart attacks and still counting My pride is a fever that never breaks The icy terror has left me numb. I'm so scared, Dear Why aren't you here? Life is robbing her away from me At just sixteen years old. Artist, Dancer, Author, Actress Daddy's little girl will conquer it all The world will revel At the answers she'll find As she opens more doors And saves humankind. Look at him now, with his childhood neatly packed away In the back of his closet. A campus map in one hand Mom's heart in the other The years have made their impression. The valor, the passion No longer delude his stone blue eyes With two heavy hugs One last glance back and the world on his shoulders He puts happiness on the back burner With books on the brain. Life is his mess to clean up now, At just eighteen years young. Astronaut, Rocket Scientist, Artist, Actor – They truly expected him to do it all. But the world just shrugs As he joins the current Like clockwork down the mainstream Under pressure, he's lost hold Because dreams bear no substance In a world of gold. |