The Children's Nature
Is eventually their life.
The children dwell in tomorrow
The poet said.
The mother says they're hers
and will always be.
The poet said, they come from you
but they're not of you.
Whose are they, then?
The upset mother asked.
They are of themselves
They breathe for themselves
They act for themselves.
I...
I will always protect them!
That you'll do
as it is your nature
And you will do what mothers do.
Lovingly, steadily and proud
But you shall do no more than that
as they will play and discover
all there is to be.
For they have their own destiny
waiting
Just like you have yours.
About the Creator
Rene Volpi
I'm from Italy and write every day. Being a storyteller by nature, I've entertained (and annoyed) people with my "expositions" since I was a child, showing everyone my primitive drawings, doodles, and poems. Still do! Leave me a comment :)
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"They come from you but they're not of you". That is so deep and so true! Loved your poem!