To A Daughter Leaving Home

To A Daughter Leaving Home

When I taught you

at eight to ride

a bicycle, loping along

beside you

as you wobbled away

on two round wheels,

my own mouth rounding

in surprise when you pulled

ahead down the curved

path of the park,

I kept waiting

for the thud

of your life, screaming

with laughter,

the hair flapping

behind you like a

handkerchief waving

goodbye.

Your Children Are Not Your Children

Your Children Are Not Your Children
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thought,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Poem

Music I Heard

Music I heared with you was more than music,

And bread, I broke with you was more than bread;

Now that I am without you, all is desolate;

All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,

And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.

These things do not remember you, beloved,

And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my great you moved among them,

And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;

And in my heart they will remember always,

They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

I like this poem because the first and second sentences are so touched and so trued.

In the love world, it will be worth of doing eveything if you are with lover.

Even though you just share a bread, all you will consider that it is the sweetest time.

What do you think of the two sentences?