Renee, going on two

Renee, going on two

A Poem by Ed Hart
"

she is all grown now, and has teenagers of her own, but we had a year together, just her and me...she was the first to open the door to my heart

"
my little attila-the-hunness came
across the margin of my vision ranges
she talks to herself and me the same
the symmetry of my life she changes
nose arun, feet asail
she surveys her land amazed
i stumble from the diaper pail
a little lost, a little dazed
i would not have you think me less
if my tones are not maternal
each moment of this time i bless
it has to do with things eternal
and as for you dear freedom's child
whose quick tears and sudden joy
alternate my seasons wild
while with my sentiments you toy
it is your rightful inclination
to test the limits of invention
my duty into this relation
will offer more than slight convention
so when the years have seasoned time
to make us who we learned to be
somewhere in your heart sublime
will live our secret memory

© 2016 Ed Hart


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beautiful ed, just beautiful

Posted 8 Years Ago


Ed Hart

8 Years Ago

we know about daughters, the ups and the downs
Ed Hart

8 Years Ago

i forget to mention, that's a great picture you guys are smiling through
-- you move me to tears, so many tears... -- i remember the time when my nephew was 2... thank you for reminding me of my most precious memories...

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Ed Hart

8 Years Ago

some tears are better than others...thank you, my dear
. serah .

8 Years Ago

-- my privilege, dear maestro...
i bet she loves this poem...what a wonderful tribute to the love you two shared during that year..

daddy's girl...

smart rhyme in this...

Posted 8 Years Ago


Ed Hart

8 Years Ago

yes, thank you, she is now one powerful lady
I've never had children but it doesn't take a genius to see the never-ending love that's involved with such a gift. I like the diaper pail line. :-)

We age, we forget. But your last line seems destined for a heart shaped box. Love is endearing and enduring in these kinds of things.

Excellent Ed.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Ed Hart

8 Years Ago

thank you my friend

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Ed Hart

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