on Ducks and Parenthood

I've heard it many times from my cheerful folks that as long as one is alive there is always hope. 

I am tapping on the keys as my rascal ten year old is twisting a puzzling cube.

My mind races to several years from now

When he will be walking alone on this sometimes breezy sometimes treacherous path called life...

and I am fearful as any mother is for all the times he will fall and hurt and cry

but every man I too believe must learn through the best teacher, experience that is...

on one of my walks to work from home, one of our family dogs stopped and stared

at a duck and ducklings lost in their own magical world

and so I watched them swim, from corner to corner of the swamp, 

each little one following the mom

they'd gather at the center and then move on

clouds above them swirling on

and shadows of grasses gathered in their midst 

in hunt for food or perhaps 

just teaching her kiddos to enjoy each moment 

for life could be a sweet, a sour or a bitter journey

and parents will leave us when we are ready

to take our own flight to flee or to fight

but in the end and through it all loving us near or far...

for in each parent's heart is the face of each child...

thinking of them even in their sleep...praying, wishing for only the best

because 

with all its twists and turns and smiles painted on one's heart

parenthood is a gift that only heaven could have sent 

.•°`♥✿⊱╮.•°`♥✿⊱╮

from my humble world to yours

                                                              Kulasa