Child, Like Me


Child, so much like me
Why not? He is my heart
Child, who searches to be free
Why not? We were born to part

He searches for wings
He thinks they will free him
He finds the wrong things
He thinks he can free them

Somehow he can sense
Life's reason and rhyme
I know he resents
The limits of time

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I am seventy-six years young and the mother of three and grandmother (Gammy) of twelve children. My husband and I are avid skiers and though he died seven and a half years ago while we were skiing out west, I still enjoy downhill and cross country skiing, hiking and biking. My grandson, Tygh Walters, describes me as an eternal optimist. My middle child, Duquesne (Duke), took his life at age twenty-nine vowing to never be a thirty-year-old addict; the sadness at times is indescribable. The poem, "Child, Like Me," was written in memory of Duke.