to be a parent

to be a parent is an ache
like none that i have come to know;
to love so much it hurts your heart,
and then, to have to let them go

the process starts, and everything
is rightside out and outside in;
the clamor and the indolence,
the silence or the frequent din

they can create the greatest art
that they’ll forget but you will not;
you yearn to teach, but yet, they only
learn some things from irons hot

and you find you have wells of tears
that go down further than you knew;
and fate becomes incessant fear
that try as may, or do as do,

the butterflies will fly one day;
the sun will not be drawn again,
and we will blink to find, instead,
some strangers we once knew, back when

so let the colors pour to page,
increase the laughter, dim the rage,
and hold close where and when you can
these little women, tiny men

to be a parent is an ache
like none that you will come to know;
to love so much it hurts your soul —
and then, to have to let
them go

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means. View all posts by Sibelius Russell