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Being There

by James Zealy

In The beginning it’s taken for granted,
As we come home, we dump our daily trials,
Then off we go relieved of the burden,
Free to pursue our daily tasks unencumbered,
Free to play untroubled,
Free to work unfearing,
Free to care without hesitation,
Free to just be us,
As time goes by,
The troubles are more complex,
Expanding beyond our family core,
Testing the patience yet demanding more,
Expanding the capacity to accept the truth,
Relying on the integrity of what’s told,
Knowing what is disclosed stays close to home,
Realizing all need to have a trusted place,
Like coming home,
Like knowing all the troubles stop here,
Like trusting our secrets with no fear,
Like believing there is an answer when there is not,
The price is paid with opinions and views,
A parents domain, that’s old news,
As parents ourselves we see the value,
Yet what seemed so clear now is not,
It’s not easy to hold the secrets inside,
To have a place our children can confide,
A place without fear of recrimination,
In a time when the sensational is the news,
Yet try we must,
To persist with faith is all we have,
There is no judgement day, except inside,
Let the need be the guide
There is a time and place
Where this simple virtue must hold true,
When It is I have an image and a view,
Of conversations past reborn anew.

08/18/2004

Author's Note: I wrote this sometime ago for my mother. One of the most valued elements of our relationship was the ability to tell her most anything and the conversation stopped right there. It did not filter to anyone else, not even the party being discussed. That is a difficult thing to do as a parent. I know that first hand.

Posted on 08/18/2004
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/18/04 at 05:44 PM

Very true and so well expressed, James.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/18/04 at 06:01 PM

I'm not a parent, but how well I know the value of a confidence being kept. I like the emotional sensitivity of your poem; it's a wonderful memory.

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