For You

For You

A Poem by Charles Konsor

We all want to believe our children will love us
Hold us, kiss us, stay with us,
and wrap their little hands around our fingers
Big eyes watch big people with big love

But they're a squirmy type
Run away, out of our arms
No matter how far we stretch

Exploring dust bunnies in corners
Carrying shoes to bury in the sand box
They all, will all, run away

And you see then,
Perhaps they are not yours.

Individuals behind those big eyes
And we, again, are left to watch
Like past loves left,
Mother, fathers, gone,
And a thousand friends,
drifted away

We own no one,
Our children owe nothing
And we will all realize how little we are
How alone we are

And in that we must find some happiness
We must find some truth
For them, for us,
For you

© 2015 Charles Konsor

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I am here, in this place you describe so well.

Alone, in the middle. Alone as a son and a father.
Both drawing away, and having been drawn away from.

My father; me, a father and
My sons; me a son.

And do they see the writer's heart I wear on my writer's sleeve, my parents, my children. me, in the middle.

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Posted 12 Years Ago

7 of 7 people found this review constructive.


Awesome poem!! Keep up the great work

Posted 5 Years Ago

The meaning was eloquently articulated and was so very poignant. Great that you put such a positive spin on a concept that can seem so sad.

I really enjoyed reading what you had to say.

Posted 5 Years Ago

It makes me think about going off to college and how I've learned how to become my own person, very nice.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Waoooo .. fabulous.. :)

Posted 5 Years Ago

How true, really very beautiful poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago

I am not the person to review a poem. But I liked it. It brought a smile to my face and a nod of my head. It is very nice thank you.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Watch 'em grow and leave the nest...some are near; some far,
Nature and her script all over again..from moon's rising to sun's setting,
And sad but resigned contentment in the thought of departing..
knowing "we own no one" knowing "How alone we are "


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Posted 5 Years Ago


5 Years Ago

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This a very touching poem, it hits close to home even though i don't even have children. It reveals the illusion that most parents have an try so desperately hold onto.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Wow, I was overwhelmed by this poem. It truly touched me. (Parenthood is something really important/special for me) It's beautiful. I have no other words, really...

I want to thank you for writing such a beautiful poem!

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on February 6, 2008
Last Updated on January 23, 2015
Tags: children, poetry, growing up, ownership, love, memories, dust bunnies


Charles Konsor
Charles Konsor

Portland, OR

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