There are two lasting bequests we can give our children-roots and wings. – Hodding Carter
My wide-eyed child I regale
With a folk song and a tale
Set in an unfamiliar country
In the land that I venerate,
For which my love shall not abate
I strive to make him aware
Of his roots, the culture we share
So he knows despite branching far
The ground where his roots are…
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Together my son and I explore
The world with its wonders galore
We read about nations, planets and stars
So that when time comes, he can fly far
Follow the path his dreams carve out
Soar high, without a sliver of doubt
Spread his wings as far as he can
Realize his full potential as a man.
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With roots to cling to, wings to set him free
A fine human being my child shall be
When wings help his ambition take flight
Roots will help him keep reality in sight,
Remind him that no matter where he may roam
Unconditional love awaits him at home.
Well written!
Lovelorn Poetry
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Thank you!
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I love that quote – wings and roots. How true is that?
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I read that quote yesterday, and it prompted me to write the poem
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