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Do Castles Grow On Trees?

Prince charming is a myth or perhaps long dead

For no longer do they rescue damsels, they end up hurting them instead.

But sometimes princesses still wish for a knight in armor

To climb the tower, profess undying love and be their savior.

Someone to vanquish the evil witch and break the curse

To be there for better or worse.

Still, no longer does a valiant prince come and the princess no longer waits

They are all forgotten in the past now as they forge their own fates.

They are all but whispers, carried by the breeze

Because castles no longer grow on trees.

To My Nephew

An innocent child

A heart that is wild

We just want you to survive and see you grow

Be still my love, our love we will show

And all will be well in time my dear

I pray to God to wash away my fear.

We cannot wait to see you

Know we are here for you

The dark cloud may have made us blue

But know, we will and forever will love you.

The Idea

And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me

I ask him why, what made him look my way

He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him

So I say,

“You are not in love with me.

You are in love with the idea of me.

Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,

Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.

You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like

However,

That is not what I see.

I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.

The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.

I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.

That is not what I want.

I want a man who can stand on his own

Who agrees to disagree with me

Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it

A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me

A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.

You may not see the difference”, I said to him.

“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”

I Am Older

No grey hair showing yet but I feel it starting now

I have been blessed with the years I have thus far

And greatful for what has become

Looking forward to growing older

Cheers to the years!

Can I Carry You?

I love this poem. I hope you all enjoy it too!
By: Brad Anderson
Published on February 2006
I guess that I can hold you

one more time before you grow

and tell you that I love you

so that you will always know.

Please let me tie your shoe again.

One day you’ll tie your own.

And when you think back to this time

I hope it’s love I’ve shown.

Can I help you put your coat on?

Can I please cut up your meat?

Can I pull you in the wagon?

Can I pick you out a treat?

One day you might just care for me,

so let me care for you.

I want to be a part

of every little thing you do.

Tonight could I please wash your hair?

Can I put toys in the bath?

Can I help you count your small ten toes

before I teach you math?

Before you join a baseball team

can I pitch you one more ball?

And one more time can I stand near

to make sure you don’t fall?

Let’s take another space-ship ride

Up to the Planet Zoor.

Before our Cardboard Rocket

doesn’t fit us anymore.

Please let me help you up the hill.

while you’re still too small to climb.

And let me read you stories

while you’re young and have the time.

I know the day will come

when you will do these things alone.

Will you recall the shoulder rides

and all the balls we’ve thrown?

I want you to grow stronger

than your Dad could ever be.

And when you find success

there will be no soul more proud than me.

So will you let me carry you?

One day you’ll walk alone.

I cannot bear to miss one day

from now until you’ve grown.
Taken from: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/one-last-time

I’m Getting Old

I don’t like overcrowded places
And partying ’til dawn.
I don’t care to meet too many faces,
Sometimes it’s such a bore and I just want to yawn.

I spend more days at home
And work on my blog
I still socialize though not like the much younger years
Maybe it’s just me
Or maybe I’m just getting old

Why Do We Call It Love?

Why do we call this love?

When hurt just follows

When you crumble

When you fall

When you stumble

On your knees you crawl

 

But it is love

And it’s real

And you learn

And you grow

It’s not simple

But you know

It’s true

That’s why we call it love

Backwards Time Machine

Oh the young ones

They can’t wait to grow up

But I was not among those who wished to grow

Peter Pan was my hero

Oh how I wished he’d whisk me away

“Off to Neverland!”, I used to say

 

But gone are those days

Do I wish to be young again?

No,

I wish to be a child

To be innocent

To play and enjoy

To live life the way it is supposed to be

Everlasting Cup

So I took the everlasting cup

As I took a sip and held it up

My life that went by, I saw

Things that I loved and regretted, all felt so raw

Each one flashed like a lightning or a page

I took it all in as I slowly saw myself grow with age

The everlasting cup I threw

Cause you see, I’d love to grow old with you

Everyday I Age

Everyday….I age

And everyday…I look forward to being mature

In action, emotions and thought

Everyday….I age

And I see more beauty than when I was younger

I appreciate more the things money cannot buy

Everyday….I age

And I enjoy each moment never wasting it like the younger ones do

Everyday I age……I become a better person

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