Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Lost Moments--By Caryl Calsyn--United States

Lost Moments

Dirty dishes fill the sink,
the furniture collects dust,
a laundry basket overflows.

My child asks me to play
a new game with him.

I tell him—I just can’t.

Dirty dishes fill the sink,
the furniture collects dust,
a laundry basket overflows.

My child’s child asks me
to play a game with her.

In the wisdom that comes with age
and memories of moments lost,

I tell her—I’d love to.

Previously published in The Storyteller

Caryl Calsyn is a retired Interior Designer with involvements in many areas including history, writing and singing groups. She has had a total of 86 poems published by nine different publications.

5 comments:

  1. Wow! Nice one. So simple but speaks a lot.

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  2. Caryl, this cuts deep in my "parent" heart, your desperately honest words and your happy redemption make me remember the time I casually declined my young son's offer to "go out and have a snowball fight" --- I'm waiting to atone with my grandkids, and cast off that weight from my "grandfather" heart....

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  3. Beautiful! This is the wisdom mixed with love that comes with age and motherhood, posted into dearest poetic words.

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  4. to bad we can't be wise when we are young

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