The First Born

The strength of who you've become
Shows how fragile
You really are.
Your home is made of plaster
The interior walls
Chilled by the cold layers
Of Brick
You have put between us.
Your children, in time,
Will teach you,
Just as you have taught me
Humbly,
To reap what I have sowed
In a life
They have yet
To understand.
I stand proud,
I stand punished,
By things you cannot
Comprehend.
My white flag
Waves with a red heart
Sewn in the middle,
And it will always fly
For you.
Time does not erase
The moment of giving birth.
Even though,
In our time together
I havebeen written off
As your enemy.
How trivial life is!
Those who aren't friends,
Are envisioned
Treasured,
Only when they see
The ticking hands
On the clock
That they are
Fighting
To stop moving
So swiftly.

by chris schwartz

Comments (4)

What a warm and wonderful story of days gone by. Very nostalgic and touching. Thank you for sharing. Kind regards, Sandra
DEANNA...WHAT'S THERE MORE TO SAY...AN ARTISAN IN PERFECTIBLE MOTION OFMIND HEART & HAND....GREAT CRAFTING! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
DEANNA...WHAT'S THERE MORE TO SAY...AN ARTISAN IN PERFECTIBLE MOTION OFMIND HEART & HAND....GREAT CRAFTING! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
Deanna This poem has so depth I could see myself here in another life a truely beautiful poem cheers Sylvie