I look at you lovingly, my creation
yet I know you will choose to go your own way
I know you are under no obligation
to behave as I want, your desires hold sway
Why this unreasonable expectation?
You are a person, a character, not clay
You are not me – but the next generation
the future is all yours, though nurture I may
my thoughts, art, stories are hypothecated
I’ve no control how they will be narrated
I make, I give – to the past I’m indebted
Written for dVerse MTB – Eleventh Power
Creative Experiments and More 
Such a beautiful response to the prompt, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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Loved you take, Reena. My children are much wiser than me, since childhood. We grew up learning together.
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You are lucky to have that approach.
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So true, dear.
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Thanks!
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Reblogged this on Sharing Thoughts.
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We may be the bridge between the past and the future yet each generation lives on its own terms. Well said, Reena.
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Thank you, Punam!
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You are welcome.
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Our children are precious but they are their own persons.
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Wish more parents would understand this 🙏
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Beautifully said.. Our children are so many things, but always their own selves.
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Whoever invented the word ‘individual’ must have explored the concept well.
Thanks so much for dropping by!
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Reena, I like your concept and how you manifested it here.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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A profound take.
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Thanks!
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My pleasure
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