A Child Is Not Like a Poem

A child is not like a poem -
you can not begin one
then stuff him in a drawer
for two or three years
only to bring him out,
look at him
and slide him away again.

But a child ,
like a poem, grows and develops
into something unimagined at
the onset:
a cypress tree from a pearl,
a violin from a jackhammer.

Wilma Weant Dague

I have three children: a boy who is eight and girls five and three. Sometimes motherhood is like climbing Mt. Everest without a sherpa guide, and sometimes it's like sitting in the sun with your feet in the water.

If you've any comments on this poem, Wilma Weant Dague would be pleased to hear from you.

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