Poetry: Offspring

like the way a shaman
when the tribe
is no more.

Hold together
that don’t go together…
and search for things that can…
these are the ways of man.

for others
if your dream is gone,
the way parents build beds
out of broken wants
so that their children
have something to dream upon.

If you must stay
and cook the meal
then give your shoes to the young.

If you are not
going to take flight
so that they can have a nest
to return to,
then teach them
how to make wings.

We do not earn respect
by drinking when we are thirsty
sleeping when tired…
Sacrifices do not seek applaud.
Simply understand them
as a great mystery of true love.


About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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2 Responses to Poetry: Offspring

  1. janeadamsart says:

    Beautiful and precisely profound. Thank you Charlie


  2. Paul Kaufman says:

    I’m still wrestling with this parenting thing and she’s 28. What a mysterious relationship. But then they all seem to be right now…


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