tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post606338518983340029..comments2024-03-27T16:19:53.023+00:00Comments on Friko's World: Parents’ SongFrikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-19482037214372080162015-03-24T19:41:28.283+00:002015-03-24T19:41:28.283+00:00This is wonderful, plain and simple.
And the end ...This is wonderful, plain and simple. <br />And the end is magic.<br /><br />=)Susan Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16049586085703324088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-58147947900135910392015-03-19T23:54:00.431+00:002015-03-19T23:54:00.431+00:00This touches me so deeply. I miss our boys -- not ...This touches me so deeply. I miss our boys -- not that we never see them, but it's different now. Visits are shorter, when they're in town we are part of the list -- this friend of hers, that friend of his, her parents, us... Seldom long enough to be truly satisfying, yet we find we change the expectations and that makes it a little easier. This is tremendously poignant and beautifully Jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17482528482559445943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-52207952857205311652015-03-19T15:44:17.150+00:002015-03-19T15:44:17.150+00:00Lovely in a melancholy way.Lovely in a melancholy way.Secret Agent Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07564690116156754219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-86284034729559508932015-03-17T15:51:18.381+00:002015-03-17T15:51:18.381+00:00And round our table are other children with fur an...And round our table are other children with fur and feathers. Nice poem Friko.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-7768510196063367372015-03-17T13:33:53.084+00:002015-03-17T13:33:53.084+00:00I came, I pondered, I forgot to leave a comment. W...I came, I pondered, I forgot to leave a comment. What struck me is the closing of the circle: when the parent comes to the child's table. The fleeing of the children is real enough, natural enough, but when a parent "returns to the table," and the table is that of a son or daughter, the turning of the wheel becomes even more obvious. <br /><br />When my mother became my shoreacreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16284698314697628805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-9313317905297828912015-03-17T10:18:41.232+00:002015-03-17T10:18:41.232+00:00Yes , I don't think we're ever prepared fo...Yes , I don't think we're ever prepared for it .<br />But then I wonder how it must have felt two hundred years ago , when one's child emigrated to Australia or America ... and was never seen again .SmitoniusAndSonatahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11210817141287881808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-9018133318359020822015-03-17T09:42:16.780+00:002015-03-17T09:42:16.780+00:00I spent the last ten days seeing both of my boys r...I spent the last ten days seeing both of my boys rather frequently. It was delicious! But now that I'm back up north and my older son is out west and younger son back where he's always been, I am missing them terribly. But I know they're both where they need to be and that makes it right. Lovely poem .. it touches my heart.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787493532006658679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-53051116423691756772015-03-17T03:54:23.782+00:002015-03-17T03:54:23.782+00:00Table , a place where many share food and ideas is...Table , a place where many share food and ideas is a hub . We all have had our moment as the child and some later as parents and perhaps the grands too. What a lovely poem and how beautifully you create the images of empty places and time rolling on as it must.Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16174142810114806410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-32218496366510732262015-03-16T23:16:17.015+00:002015-03-16T23:16:17.015+00:00A good poem, Friko. And rather chilling, at the ve...A good poem, Friko. And rather chilling, at the very end. But so true. Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-79557777372689229482015-03-16T16:17:01.523+00:002015-03-16T16:17:01.523+00:00Empty table, to me, means no more cooking bigger m...Empty table, to me, means no more cooking bigger meals--LOL! I filled my table with crafts and art supplies. I fully expected my child to leave the nest and make a good life. I was lucky that he didn't fly very far away and I get to see him and his lovely wife regularly. I'm doubly blessed that I get to see my new grandson regularly, too. I know so many people who live too far awayRitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-36099848474746073772015-03-16T11:51:20.886+00:002015-03-16T11:51:20.886+00:00That was a beautifully written post, Friko.
In th...That was a beautifully written post, Friko.<br /><br />In the US, children leave and right about the time you have resourced their room, they are back and sometimes not alone.<br /><br />Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-42334496027111759402015-03-16T11:45:10.351+00:002015-03-16T11:45:10.351+00:00Its a feeling I have felt and life changes into so...Its a feeling I have felt and life changes into some shared sadness.....but imagine the children all grown up and living their lives and being productive in their own lives and contributing to society n such - just like we did - hopefully- if it all went that way. Lovely poem - you write, we feel.LilliStJohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06771499579700164919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-71106350971330131372015-03-16T02:34:12.327+00:002015-03-16T02:34:12.327+00:00Friko, you words broke my heart. Children do leav...Friko, you words broke my heart. Children do leave, and that table seems so empty at times. Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-51380120007684884452015-03-16T01:53:04.773+00:002015-03-16T01:53:04.773+00:00Friko, as you know I am child, but am not a mother...Friko, as you know I am child, but am not a mother. I would also want you to know that I find this a very fine poem.<br /><br />xoFranceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08352407314710067616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-82608227903584144062015-03-16T00:43:14.484+00:002015-03-16T00:43:14.484+00:00It sounds like you've been through this situat...It sounds like you've been through this situation. Both my kids are more than 1000 km away. I miss them. Your poem reminds me of when they first left.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-40894295352154047512015-03-16T00:33:02.776+00:002015-03-16T00:33:02.776+00:00Thanks for the comment on my blog today. It is ni...Thanks for the comment on my blog today. It is nice to meet you:)Far Side of Fiftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-12962731707442117922015-03-15T23:43:42.802+00:002015-03-15T23:43:42.802+00:00It is the way of things. I wish all children good ...It is the way of things. I wish all children good leave of their parents, so that they can begin the cycle of life on their own. I saw a wonderful movie today, "The Secret of Roan Inish" about an Irish folk tale that seals could shed their skin and become human. Now that's definitely a different way to leave! :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-68717339319008046042015-03-15T22:25:38.572+00:002015-03-15T22:25:38.572+00:00Poignant and true. Children leave. And we equip th...Poignant and true. Children leave. And we equip them to do so. We did the same. Tim and I chat occasionally about how the child rearing years were such a small sliver of time. Lorriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653026442945027184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-56714210011598674072015-03-15T19:31:03.444+00:002015-03-15T19:31:03.444+00:00Fine poem.
ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
...Fine poem.<br /><br /><br />ALOHA from Honolulu<br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">ComfortSpiral</a><br /> =^..^=<br />Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-19011309730212098572015-03-15T18:51:29.809+00:002015-03-15T18:51:29.809+00:00I love the plain-spoken truth of this, even as I w...I love the plain-spoken truth of this, even as I wish it were otherwise. The table as the focal point, opening and closing the poem, are particularly poignant--all the more so as a table can have such significance to a family's life together--and apart.Susan Scheidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09250142489341777926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-69507750841909729372015-03-15T18:22:46.428+00:002015-03-15T18:22:46.428+00:00I can't sing this song, I'm not a parent.
...I can't sing this song, I'm not a parent.<br />But I'm a daughter and must say it is<br />all so true.<br />Have a wonderful evening<br /><a href="http://knipsapasstscho.blogspot.de" rel="nofollow">【ツ】Knipsa </a><br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846763360150957086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-9529241868534628452015-03-15T17:43:54.945+00:002015-03-15T17:43:54.945+00:00Powerful, beautiful, sad and true.Powerful, beautiful, sad and true.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-50062017748808862042015-03-15T15:37:11.838+00:002015-03-15T15:37:11.838+00:00It seems that time is no longer our friend, just m...It seems that time is no longer our friend, just memories survive. Lovely poem.Jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18170214396483091419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-1044879410575688762015-03-15T13:43:20.221+00:002015-03-15T13:43:20.221+00:00... many tears of ... children leaving ... one lea...... many tears of ... children leaving ... one leaves and dies on me, one leaves for "personal" reasons ... ya ... I think I feel like baking buns today ... life goes on, until it's not ... Love, cat.^.^https://www.blogger.com/profile/17422876955246850636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-61608482663616167792015-03-15T13:18:26.475+00:002015-03-15T13:18:26.475+00:00Yes, the speed of time is something that can't...Yes, the speed of time is something that can't be taught. Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.com