Tender Years

In early years I depended on you
You were big and strong my only hero
In my tender eyes you knew what to do

When it comes to life, we start at zero
Gaining more each day, I learned how to walk
You were big and stong my only hero

As time would go on, I would hear you talk
They were painful words that you gave to me
Gaining more each day, I learned how to walk

I could not imagine things I would see
The World you gave me was devoid of sun
They were painful words that you gave to me

Eventually I would learn how to run
I was never meant to live like a slave
The World you gave me was devoid of sun

God is my hero, I've learned to be brave
I was never meant to live like a slave
In my early years, I depended on you
In my tender eyes you knew what to do
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Dietrich Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 8:25 AM
wow, this is a wonderful terzanelle you have delivered us. At first I wondered where the questionku was, but this is for a different contest! I need to do the terzanelle contest! they make for awesome poems! you addressed tender years topic brilliantly.
Lamoureux Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 8:31 AM
You are funny Andrea! Thanks for the comment.
Sivey Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 8:14 AM
Beautiful and surely complete, a perfect Terzanelle. Though I do have to point out that in the forms section of PoetrySoup a Terzanelle ending was different than what you have done here. I've noticed that you have done it a little different and I just wanted to point that out because I did mine for your contest according to the form they gave here on PoetrySoup. I hope that is alright, because that is correct too, I don't know if any one is right, or both are ok? Anyway this poem is excellent!!
Lamoureux Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 8:31 AM
Both are okay as far as I know Russell. No worries.
Ellison Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 7:29 AM
A beautiful poem... there is nothing more to say, my friend! Kudos... Jack
Lamoureux Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 7:31 AM
Thanks Jack
Cavanaugh Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 7:16 AM
Intense poem. From such an experience a weaker man would have been broken. But no matter what stage we are in life we are never fully independent. Hopefully those we depend on are pillars of support. I enjoyed your poem.
Lamoureux Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 7:24 AM
I have much to be thankful for, I have been given so very much. Thanks for your warm words.
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