It was not
a thing planned
bring forth a child
Then raise to adult
Our young lives
No longer ours
To live or to squander
Is not easy and
While sometimes a bother
You’ll always be our Joy
Tonight at dVerse Whimsygizmo, with an assist at the from Sanaa, asks us to Come “bother” up a poem in the form of a Quadrille, a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and including some form of the word BOTHER.
National Poetry Month Day 19
I am deeply moved by this one, sigh 💝 yes parents .. they sacrifice so much in order to give us the world.
Thank you, Sanaa.
I think you poem is lovely, comforting…
And nice take on the prompt..
Why thank you, Kenyanito.
The poem sounds like what a parent would say to a child…
That is exactly how I imagined it.
Those thoughts are comforting.
Not always a choice but children bring the greatest joy.
That they do. Thanks, Ingrid.
Raivenne, this is SO SO SO sweet. You and your child[ren] are so lucky to have one another.
Thank you, Ben. I only have sons and the baby is a very grown man now. 😀
This is sweet and charming and beautiful, and it brings together all of the joy and sacrifice and yes, bother that we experience as parents -all in one bundle. Thank you for this. And thank you for shouting out dVerse Poets Pub. I’ve given them a follow – there’s some great work there!
Thanks, Lainie. Oh, you’re going to enjoy dVerse!
Yes, yes and yes. I love this.
Amen to that. Things can be both a bother and a joy.
Yes, they can, thanks De.
I think that without any bother, joy wouldn’t be sweet… especially with children.
So very true, Björn. Thanks!
Nothing worth doing is easy. Children are why we age and why we exist. 🙂
Hear! Hear! Thank you, Susan.
This is absolutely beautiful, and deeply moving. Thank you
Why thank you!