Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

I'M Kicking Myself

I taught him of great and little of good
My habits gave an illusion of wealth
This parenting thing, I misunderstood
And Now I'm kicking myself

A dollar here, a twenty there
To pacify a momentary itch
And now it's become Chrystal clear
It was merely a short term fix

It seems I've robbed him of simple joy
By planting a money tree
He expects too much for such a little boy
And there's no one to blame, but me

I'm reaping what I've sewn
Embracing the bed I've made
If only, in the beginning, I'd known
Now it's far too late

His sweet little heart was left out to spoil
Which caused this self entitlement
All because I nurtured the soil
Not with time, but my every cent

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Robert Johnson October 27, 2017 at 3:07 PM Good news, it's never too late. The lesson's just a little harder to learn this way. :) You'll both find how much you love each other in the end. God Bless. :)

Russell Sivey October 4, 2017 at 7:17 AM Oh Anna, I feel for you in the predicament! The thing about this situation is that it can be helped if he is still pretty young--You just stop buying everything for him, slowly taking away the buying! You can't go cold turkey, they throw big time fits! But you must be ready for those fits cause they will come! I'm sorry you are in this situation! You have written a wonderful poem about this though my friend! I am in awe of its splendor, what an awesome piece, Great Work!!