Parents

My parents used to get up early
To prepare the house for the coming day,
And would with hushed tones
Talk in the early morning light,
Before calling us downstairs.
We who had listened with bent ears
To our family’s great play unfolding,
What did we know of life and all its snares
What did we care, we who had so little cares.

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3 thoughts on “Parents

  1. I am in a class where I am learning to blog and I needed to pick three blogs….I am drawn to your blog because it is poetry. I LOVE your poem because it is so like our family growing up. I used to listen to my parents talk from our upstairs bedroom before my dad went to work (early) and then my mom called us to wake us for school. I thought I was so sneaky for listening to their private chatter..their morning secrets I thought. Thanks for sharing your poem and I will look forward to more.

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  2. I am in a class where I am learning to blog and I needed to pick three blogs….I am drawn to your blog because it is poetry. I LOVE your poem because it is so like our family growing up. I used to listen to my parents talk from our upstairs bedroom before my dad went to work (early) and then my mom called us to wake us for school. I thought I was so sneaky for listening to their private chatter..their morning secrets I thought. Thanks for sharing your poem and I will look forward to more.

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