Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poetry


           Old poem

“Nurse's Song”

William Blake

(1757- 1827)
                   
When the voices of children are heard on the green,

And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.

‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.’

‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.’

‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leapèd, and shoutèd, and laugh'd
And all the hills echoed.

                                                                                                                                                           
       New poem
A Tribute to Family
© Michelle A. Moran

I don't know when it started,
Or how it all began.
But God created families,
As only our Lord can.
He was teaching what it means,
To love, honor, and obey.
He wanted a strong bond,
That we don't see too much today.
He wanted someone to hold us,
And show respect for others.
He wanted someone who'd be gentle,
And so he created mothers.
He wanted someone strong,
A support filled with love.
And so he created fathers,
Sent from heaven up above.
Brothers and sisters came next,
With that, an instant friend.
Someone to look up to,
Someone on who to depend.
When he put them all together,
He was amazed at what he'd done.
He had created a family,
Mother, father, daughter, son.
But look at the family,
Created by only two.
How many we've become,
And all because of you.
We have a lot to be thankful for,
The memories through the years.
The many times together,
Full of laughter, full of tears.
I don't know where we'd be today,
If it weren't for the two of you.
To show us strength, support, and love,
Like only the two of you can do.


            Found poem

Family

In good, in bad,
In parts or in whole,
The ones who showed up,
 Who stayed in there
That is family.
Friends, lovers, even strangers.
 None of them perfect,
We couldn't expect them to be.
Where love is shown
hurt is shared
love for each other is never impaired
That is family.

Source― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key


These three poems represent the idea about family. Family is a place where joys are shared and sorrows erased. The poem “Nurse’s song” explores the joy of children playing in a family, and “A Tribute to Family” poem represents the idea how family bring joy and pleasure in life.  There are no terms and conditions. This is a place where you are stress free. Everyone is there to help you.

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