Mirrors

Sometimes silent, on the sideline they sit, watching every move, an education they get. Words in anger, linger somewhere, forming their foundation, for the ones we hold dear. Actions really do, speak louder than words, listening, and seeing, how many we hurt. The mirror my friend, reveals many things, and sometimes very painful, the revelation it brings. Parents are the moulders, their job sometimes tough, but their future is coming, and what they learn depends on us.

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Sharon Winter

Date: 10/22/2008 5:40:00 AM

There is no doubt in my mind your reflection of a parent is one to be proud of. Sometimes children wander off the best path for whatever reason, however, everything you have instilled in them is there, and will resurface time and time again, even though they are their own person. A most insightful write. Love, Shar

Christopher Higgins

Date: 10/21/2008 9:24:00 AM

This poem is so true. We are the mirrors that they look at. Our examples set the course of direction for them. Lovely write.

Ronald Bingham

Date: 10/21/2008 9:15:00 AM

A child's mind is like a sponge it soaks up everything it sees and hears, and that is why it is so very important for us to watch what we say and do in front of them. A child has every right to mirror their selves after their parents and we need to really monitor those learning years. God Bless your friend always, Ron

Carrie Richards

Date: 10/21/2008 8:29:00 AM

Teach by example. That's what parenting is all about. You said it so well! Love your poem! :) ~ Carrie