Posted for a One Single Impression prompt (“doorway”), a Sunday Scribblings prompt (“vision”), a Blog Talkers prompt (“independence”), a Scrumptious Sunday prompt (“beef”), a Slice of Life Sunday prompt (“mother’s curse,”), a Snackie Sunday prompt (“gods and monsters”), a That’s My Answer prompt (“a different name”), a Word Beads prompt (“affair,” “disappear,” “grab,” “heal” and “unkind”), a Seek the Lord Sunday prompt (“spiritual gifts”) and the Poetry Train.
I’ll try here to be bold, but brief.
It is a mother’s curse, a beef,
When independence, so unkind,
Does enter in a child’s mind.
The doorway, once securely locked,
May disappear; the child has walked.
The daughter wears a different name
And sets up house, a whole new game.
No time to grab her from the odds
Of monsters and the lesser gods,
A mother prays to heal the rift,
Employing spiritual gift.
A parent’s vision clears at last;
She loves her young iconoclast.
For growing up’s a true affair;
The Lord will take us all from there.