Past, Present, and Future
Eager eyes
That hide in the past,
The perfect size
For memories that last.
Listening ears
That hear a parent’s wisdom,
The perfect age
To wonder what it meant.
Childish mouth
That speaks of the future,
The perfect sound,
Turning their thoughts to her future.
Their eyes watch the child
As she watches the present and the past,
Their ears hear her feet
As she waltzes, held fast.
They guard her from gossip,
And also from the Enemy.
They train her up
In the way of Christian femininity.
She once was a child,
Yet now she’s grown up.
She may have her own child
That, like them, she’ll raise up.
Comments
Thanks. That is what I
Thanks. That is what I intended for it to be about, but I wasn't sure when I first wrote it if I got that thought across in this poem. I'm glad you liked it.
See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper
You worked "femininity" into
You worked "femininity" into a rhyme. Respect.
In all seriousness, this is a great poem about just that, femininity and respect for God's way.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief