The Gift Of Life

When I had children
My life became theirs
Creating their joys
Removing their cares
Being the ground 
On which they can stand
Sharing their path
Holding their hand.

And I set out with dreams
That our lives would be good
When it broke at the seams
I did all that I could
And as I faced down our demons
And I set them to flee
I thought of protecting them
Not of damaging me.

Once you're blessed with a child
See their frailty and charms
Don't we give our lives over
To protect them from harm?
And no matter what comes
Nor how hard life can get
Our lives are no longer our own
We must never forget.
 

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 21:56

Thank you Brian, I like how you put it 'The truth unfolds with intensity as their lives, and mine, get older.' and I guess that's how it should be in all the best stories, a page turner from start to finish and something still to find out all the way until the end.

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Brian Hodgkinson

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 21:17

Very true and ever on-point. The truth unfolds with intensity as their lives, and mine, get older. We are in this together come what may.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 18:05

Paul thanks for your comment too, is there even such a thing as a good care home? Even if there might be you still only get what you pay for and I doubt I'll be able to pay for much if it comes to that.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 18:04

Thank you Stephen for your comment. As you say, it is important to know there are people who need specifically us, We want our children to have a place and person to turn to because we know how important it is.

This poem is also about the emotional connection though, not just the practical one. It is not only practical needs but emotional ones that make our lives no longer our own.

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Stephen Atkinson

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 17:03

Lovely poem, Aviva & very true:
Daaad! Me taps leaking! Daaad, can you put a new light up. Daaad.. (and that's just today!).
I go down full of frowns & headshakes, but really I love that she still needs me 😉 And, of course, we always need them. ❤️

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 14:40

Thank you John, and that's a lovely memory which I am happy that you were able to recall and share with this poem. It makes me think forward the almost 40 years that it will be before both of mine are over 52 and I'd be nearing 90. So many uncertainties ahead, its good to know that something is certain, even if its just that I'll always worry about my children.

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John Coopey

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 13:40

I can relate to this, Aviva. Very moving. And it never passes no matter what age they are.
I remember my mam saying to me that she worried about me.
“Mam” I said “I’m 52!”
Didn’t matter - I was her little boy.

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