Happy Homes
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A part of some parents never grew beyond childhood. Such parents are therefore incapable of parenting anyone but themselves. It is to them that "Happy Homes" speaks.
Happy homes are filled with the noise of
children;
Unhappy homes the noise of their parents--
Parents who want to have children
But don't want their children to have parents.
In vain their children search them for the
image of a parent,
Longing to see in their beloved frame
Someone patient,
Someone caring,
Someone tolerant,
And ready for sacrifice.
But such a one they scorn to be lest they
lose their chance for fun
Which they both have each day parenting
their secret inner child--
That little child in some parents embedded
To whom the outward child is a great rival.
What patience they show this inward child!
And what care, tolerance, & sacrifice too!
At them no angry voice is raised nor a stern
finger wagged
And not once--never--are they urged to
adulthood.
So upwards now I cast my words
To firmly perch on the winds that come
So when far and wide they blow this night
This tip they'll bear to every little child:
"Of such parents are unhappy homes made:
Parents obsessed with their inward child,
The secret child that so fills their hands
Leaving no space for the outward one."
Copyright © Agona Apell | Year Posted 2015
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