Letting go – a poem from Sarah at Mom On A Spiritual Journey
Letting go of one of the stages of childhood with my two girls…
During the summer break I’ve managed to get on down and get some jobs on that have been waiting a while.
One of (the many!) was clearing out a bunch of old toys and broken pieces of toys thrown into boxes from our house move last year – and not tidied until now.
My two girls (ages 11 and 9) did a great job helping me clear up the mess…then we got down to the really difficult stuff.
All those pieces and parts of toys that little ones so treasure…but that we can’t keep forever…
As I was clearing out the old many memories started to surface…
The girls were grabbing half a broken mermaid Barbie doll – “Mom – do you remember that trip to Virginia Beach when we bought these – and the taffy?”
“Oh I used to love this crown – wouldn’t wear it now, though.”
“Wow we played with this stuff so long ago!”
Ha. Long ago! Only a few years in adult terms, but so long ago for the children.
It was a great clear out and we had fun making a really good-sized box for Goodwill.
…And this poem came to light
I started to feel energy moving as we were finishing up. An hour or so later this poem came straight out…thought I’d share. It might give the parents of girls a smile or two! 🙂
Broken pieces and parts in our hearts
The pieces of my heart held dearas we survey the toys no longer held so nearthe broken Barbie heads, princess jewels and dolly hairbrushes galoreall loved so dearly in the days beforewhen you were so small you loved these precious thingsjewels, princess crowns and fairy wings…Now they’re ready to be passed onthose early years lived through, experienced, gonepart of me wishing for the days of smallwhen your head reaching to my hip was really tall!I loved your tea tray games, funny namesyour bowed soft lips and dinners all the sameyour sadness and exploding joysthe toys, the colors and the endless noiseI haven’t forgotten the sleep deprived days and interrupted nightsthe little pink shoes and spotted tightsYet now we’re ready to let the precious junk gothe dollies, the ark, the coins and the yo-yoas they leave I sigh with some relief and sadnessit’s easier now you’re older and sleep through the nightthat gives me gladness!Just remembering the princess dayswhen excitement came in dress-up and countless other little waysthose times will always be in my heart my dear oneeven when you are grown up and gone.