Growing up…

Slowly she took a bite out of the peach she was holding
A small trickle of juice glistened on her little chin
She didn’t care, nor stopped to wipe it away
She just looked about her taking everything in.
And in that innocence I think I felt
All the years of joy that we had had
When watching our own two children grow
And the simple pleasure of just being dad.

Slowly they grow and make their own way
Out into the world of unknowing
To hopefully be happy and find that in life
Contentment comes from kindness you’re sowing.
And later perhaps they will understand
That money and wealth aren’t the thing
It’s simply observing your children
That will make a loving heart sing.

©Joe Wilson – Growing up…2016

That journey into manhood…

Far into the night he wept
She’d dealt a devastating blow
Never had he had a single thought
That she would pack and go.

He couldn’t ever remember a time
A time when he felt so alone
So now in his tears of self-pity
He took another swig and just moaned.

As he looked around his living room
He saw plates and glasses and food
Perhaps at last it had dawned on him
How unsavoury he was, and how crude.

He had finally recognised, far too late
That being crude is a boyhood phase
And that in living with and loving another
It’s time for more grown-up ways.

This is just an example for idiots
Who test the patience of saints
The saints that are called ‘your parents’
Who worry as they let go the restraints.

©Joe Wilson – That journey in manhood…2015

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