The River (by JC)

Summary:  A poem of farewell and the true meaning of love
Category:  Poetry
Genre:  Rhyme
Rated: G
Word Count:  159


 

 

I watch you from the shore today
Quenching what I long to say

Head held high
As the promise made
My heart cries to break it
And beg you to stay
With tears as this river
That bears you away

Yet I stand
And manage a smile
Eyes clear and dry
Though I weep inside
I am no match
For so strong a tide

I return your wave
As you round the bend
Goodbye falls from my lips
With barely a sound
Like autumn’s last leaf
Adrift to the ground

I tried to hold you
For love’s sake, though blind
But a bitter truth
I have come to know
It’s a greater love
That now lets you go

No one can say
What tomorrow will bring
And in the end
What will be, will be
Each follows his own
Separate path to the sea

Sailing at the mercy of time
You have your river, and I mine.

***The End***

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4 thoughts on “The River (by JC)

  1. Very poignant …

    I too thought of children setting out as I read this. I don’t have any of my own, but my best friend’s daughter will be leaving for college in a few short weeks. The pride and the sense of loss coexisting within my friend …

    Very nice, thx for sharing.

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    1. You don’t have to be a parent to empathize. There will likely be a time at least once in our lives when we will stand on the shore and be the one left behind.

      Thanks so much for leaving your thoughts here. 🙂

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  2. Lovely poem, JC. As a mother, the feeling evoked was that of watching a child sail off, setting their own course in life.

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