Monday, 20 June 2016

Children came: A poetry post


I'm clearly having a bit of a Spenserian stanza moment, because here's another one! You have already had The flame so bright and Clematis dance, but I wanted to try it again for this poem inspired by something the Dalai Lama said:
Judge your success on what you had to give up in order to get it.
So the thing in my life that I have given up the most for is my children, my family. It's actually staggering how much I've given up when I try to itemise it, although high on the list was watching Columbo, and I guess I can learn to live with that. If you judge success by what you have to give up, then I suppose my children are my greatest success, so far. I'd best keep at it. 

Children came

I have forsaken acres wide of time.
I've given up on sex and sleep and rest.
I have quit smoking and I drink less wine.
No longer am I someone of interest.
I've given up on cosy sofa nests,
abandoned spur of moment trips away.
No clubbing now, no going dancing left,
but don't imagine that I rue the day.
Children came and truth be told I love things this way.


© Cara L McKee 18/6/16


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