Weak Controls

I started knowing, when the children came,
how vital and important was my role,
how love could be resentful, all the same,
how often I would lecture or cajole.
I tried to act in ways I’d seldom blame.
I boggled at how much I can’t control.
In time, accustomed wonder readied me
to love their children with humility.

(Ottava Rima)

This entry was posted in Family, Personality, Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment