A Daughter's Lesson
Dark, silent bedroom,
Your childhood’s past:
Mementos and books
Seem all that now last.
Your bed rests here empty,
The desk there is silent—
They taunt me to ponder
Where happy years went;
Look … tarnished gold trophies
And clothes out of date,
Nagging reminders
Of life growing late.
Oh, frail infant once,
You girl I taught read,
Why’d I fail seeing
Where growing would lead?
Sure, to visit you’ll travel,
Brief sojourns—no more—
Please, comprehend some day
Why tears stream and pour.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2017
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