A Poem for my Daughter
- By Tracy Ames
- Published December 26, 2011
Tracy Ames
Mrs. Ames is an international bestselling author of interracial erotic fiction and a former columnist for several newsletters and magazines.
A native of the San Francisco Bay Area, Tracy currently split time between CT & New York City with her husband, children and a host of pets.
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As my mother did for me, I gave Eva a writing journal inscribed with one of our favorite poems.
Given that we were encouraged to keep journals, it’s amusing that our parents were genuinely stunned when one of us became a writer. It’s a clear case of reaping what you sow.
Anyhoo, thought I’d share with you and yours. Enjoy!
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After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open; with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong...
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye, you learn.
~ Jorge Luis Borges, “You Learn”
Love you, Diva. You have made us fiercely proud.
Given that we were encouraged to keep journals, it’s amusing that our parents were genuinely stunned when one of us became a writer. It’s a clear case of reaping what you sow.
Anyhoo, thought I’d share with you and yours. Enjoy!
****
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open; with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong...
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye, you learn.
~ Jorge Luis Borges, “You Learn”
Love you, Diva. You have made us fiercely proud.
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6 Responses to "A Poem for my Daughter"
said this on 26 Dec 2011 3:18:58 PM CDT
Very encouraging, gentle, loving poem. What a sweet and loving mom you are to share that with your daughter Tracy.
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said this on 28 Dec 2011 7:34:25 PM CDT
Catrice, thanks! I'm very fortunate to have her. She's an awesome kid.
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