Wednesday's Verse - When Our Children are Gone
This week’s verse moves from an urban fantasy Seussesque verse about an unfortunate meeting with an elf to a speculative verse provoked by a colleague's comment that parents are likely to outlive their children because of their children's unhealthy lifestyle choices. It is taken from 365 Days of Poetry, a
collection of mixed-genre poetry released in 2015.
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When Our Children are Gone
When our children are gone
who do we turn to,
in this world where the aging
outlive their own?
When we bury them under,
stand at their gravesides,
forlorn,
what do we live for?
Where next do we wander?
When our children are gone
from a lifestyle decayed,
poisoned by too many good
things
hard-bought,
hard-won by our labours,
bestowed as our plunder,
not earned or worked for,
but given away?
When our children are gone,
and we are what’s left,
and the world turns again,
come the hard times, the good
times,
the warp and the weft.
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You can find the first two poetry
collections at the links below - although there are plans to reissue them with
more genre-appropriate covers in the future. The third collection will be
released later in the year.
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