Wobble... Totter... Stumble...
We all wobble, totter, and stumble as we grow. And, we sometimes continue to do so throughout our lifetime. Here's hoping you find comfort in knowing there is someone there to hold, guard, catch and love you throughout your life. I wrote this as a tribute to the father my husband was to our children during his life. But, it is not just a tribute exclusive to a father. Substitute anyone who has held, guided, caught and loved us through the years, even if they now reside in your heart.
Wobble, Wobble...Hold Me
As I learn to stand;
With smiles and shivers of excitement;
Relying on your hand.
As I struggle with new wonderment;
Wobble, Wobble… hold me.
Totter, Totter...guard me.
With each brave step I take
while letting go of your hold;
It's your first of many a heartache.
As I learn to be more bold;
Totter, Totter… guard me.
Stumble, Stumble...catch me.
As I learn to find my freedom
and walking on my own;
You struggle with this transom.
As you see I have grown
Stumble, Stumble… catch me.
Father, Father...love me.
As your hand was always needed;
And you have always granted;
Tenderly holding, guiding, catching
Father, Father… love me.
Always, Always...my child.
His answer to your plea..
Look within your heart.
And, the truth you'll see;
Always, Always… my child.
A loving father's hands - he loved us and protected us with those loving hands.
Comments
AUTHORRobinGrosswirth,
Always glad to see you visit and so grateful for your insightful comments. Thank you for your votes and sharing.
Awesome! Parents are the most important first teachers and protectors of a child's life. There are no roles set in stone, however, here this tribute is to your husband, but yes, this can be a tribute to any other parental or mentoring role that protects and guides a human's life. Voted up, up and away and shared.
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ImKarn23,
Thank you for stopping by and commenting. Yes, indeed we do totter over and over. It is a comfort knowing that we do have a hand to steady and guide us. :)
So well said, dear! We all..'totter' through life - figuratively and literally...
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Eiddwen,
Thank you, I really appreciate your comment and visit.
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BlossomSB
Memories of my husband are very precious to me and my children, sometimes it is hard to share them. Thank you for your comment
Only one word needed; Beautiful!!!
Eddy.
A lovely poem about young children and their trusting relationship with their father - precious memories.
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Jennifer,
I'm glad you could relate to this poem and in so doing you make me feel successful and elated for it has proved its' purpose. Thank you for the votes. Sharon
This is beautifully written and really touching, it made me think of my two toddler nephews and what great parents my sister and her husband are... All the votes, Jen
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Thank you Mhatter99 for your comment. There is an order to life and I believe love holds, guards and catches us in the needed moments of growing and life.
You know I like it. For its subject matter it has great order. Perhaps that is how things should be.
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rcrumple,
It's great having followers here on hp to encourage me as I wobble...totter...and stumble. Thank you, you're always there holding...guiding and catching with your encouragement.
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There are many times we need someone to hold us, guide us and catch us for many reasons. It is truly a blessing to have that someone. Life is full of changes that take us from dependence to independence and then sometimes back to dependence. What a blessing it is to have the love of a husband during those scary moments of life. Thank you Joyce, for sharing your experience and vote.
What a unique and beautiful poem. The truth is always in our hearts, isn't it? Love this a lot!
Beautiful poems displaying life's transitions and changing thoughts. Great Job!
Your poem is great. In fact I know about some of the titles. When my R/A started I thought I was okay until one day couldn't rise from where I was sitting. My husband had to help me and that was scary for me as I've always been independent.
Voted up awesome and interesting, Joyce
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