Anna Hopper Poet Free verse

My Children

Like footprints in the sand
Leaving tattoos from the start
Walking hand in hand
Gripping tightly, my heart

I won't ease up
My fingers clinch tighter
Though you're growing tough
I am a fighter

My child, you will stay
For all of my days
And when my brown hair is gray
Memories will replay

You will plant your seeds
For your dreams to flourish 
And when your first born breathes
At ease, you will nourish 

At that moment, I will rest
As you take on my role
The beginning of your quest
My purpose will unfold

But you can be certain
When I look at your face
There will be no aged curtain
Yet a veil of lace

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Robert Ronnow December 10, 2015 at 1:28 PM Your poem about a child growing and separating from a parent and the parent resisting recalls the 17th century American poet Ann Bradstreet's "In Reference to Her Children, 23, June, 1656" which you can read at www.ronnowpoetry.com.

Robert Lindley November 28, 2015 at 8:51 PM This is another very inspiring poem you have presented. A7 Adding this gem to my fav list.