Parting with my 11-year old daughter halfway to school/ on change, death and attachment
By socialeaf
Tue, 17 Oct 2023
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Pushed out
like a lily,
still so buoyant
on dappled
surface,
burning
to ash,
to embers.
Your hand slips
out of mine;
I can’t let go.
You drift
away,
glowing,
not looking back.
I traipse home
lifelessly
along Varanasi’s
smoky streets.
You’re on your way:
to the sea,
to the stars.
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This is a gorgeous poem
This is a gorgeous poem Socialeaf. It brings back memories of similar experiences with my own kids and my own parents.
If I were to write my version it would include the words tears, clinging and worry. Yours is much nicer.
Turlough
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So beautiful, loved this.
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So beautiful, loved this.
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