Parting with my 11-year old daughter halfway to school/ on change, death and attachment

Cherry

By socialeaf

Tue, 17 Oct 2023
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10 comments
 

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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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

beautiful!

 

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

yes! I loved this, too!

 

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Submitted by Turlough on

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

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you for reading it! I loved your comment. It's such a brutal separation; I think a poem with tears, clingy and worry would be more honest:) 

 

Submitted by celticman on

ah, lovely. 

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you celticman! 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

So beautiful, loved this.

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you onemorething! 

Roy