Wait for me dear child,
Do not continue onwards,
Without me tagging at your feet,
Becoming unable to hinder you,
From evil that might befall you,
As you were once needy of me,
Every second and minute,
Of all those sleepless nights,
Spent to comfort a wailing baby,
That you once were.
And today,You have outgrown,
To be independant and all knowing,
Confident with our boosts,
As positive parents,
As we we cry inwardly,
Having lost,
And becoming separated from a bond,
Imbedded deep down in us,
As we are mixed with pride,
And a sense of achievement,
The same as we had felt,
With your first tooth,
First crawl and walk,
First separation,
And strong determination,
To break bonds of dependancy,
As is the cycle to end infancy,
And to enter the world of adult
Responsibility.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
most adults cannot bestow upon themseves "adult responsibility" and so everyone suffers...
Best regards,
Leland
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)