Life goes on as time goes by,
Entranced by its motion,
Caught in its splendour,
You never take the time to look back and sigh,
At lingering memories of a time gone by…
Remembering when it was simple being hurt,
Mum would just kiss the pain away…
And dad would throw you up high,
Make you laugh and giggle,
Promising, just for you, to turn night into day…
Remembering when it was special being sick,
The lingering touch of your mother’s hand,
Soothing your fevered brow…
And dad would cook you macaroni,
With a storybook in tow…
Remembering when you felt young enough,
To demand as your due,
A cassette player, the latest Nancy Drew,
And an all terrain bike, all shiny and new!
When was it that you grew up?
With a spine of tempered steel...
Grew up enough to carefully conceal,
How you really feel?
Grew up enough to hesitate,
Before you ask of a hug of your mother,
Wondering if to care for you,
Wouldn’t be too much of a bother?
Grew up enough to throw not a fit,
When she doesn’t run to your rescue,
But get up quick and brush off the hurt,
For you understand…you do!
Grew up enough to look at dad and proudly say,
I might be down but I’m not broken,
Dad, I’ll find my own way.
Then to your chagrin you find yourself,
Yearning for a comforting embrace,
Yearning for the permission to be that little child,
And be reassured and coddled...if only for a while.
Ah, but you grew up,
Enough to value strength,
And to your utter consternation,
Enough to take these childish yearnings
And shrug them off as an aberration.