The day I could no longer walk with ease
Beneath the table, made it clear to me
That I was growing. Soon my parents' knees
Were way below my eye-line. I could see
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I remember being able to walk underneath my parent's table: -) and I remember my own sons doing likewise and I expect if I am lucky enough, some day a grandchild too.....such a common experience and yet so very, very special......just taking a walk beneath a table: -) Like you I am still learning, acquiring knowledge and I've just learned that you are a very talented poet. Ruth: -D
i grew, just reading it.. wonderful milady.
Growing up and growing down all in a matter of a few lines, wonderful.
I loved the growing down, , , yeah me to..and my feet are shrinking, , , ,
This is a very nice poem.. but as my father says... when measuring people's height, you must measure from your head to the sky, the more it measures the wiser you are.. Thanks for sharing. ana
A wonderfully observed picture of not only growing but learning lessons along the way.
This one's given me a giggle, Mary ('...growing down...') . I've now read 4 of the ones on show at the moment, posted yesterday and today, and found your brilliance unwavering. Best, Gina.
Enjoyed, vey much Read mine - Mirror Mirror - Adeline