Papa,
I didn’t understand it then,
why you insisted on perfection,
never satisfied with anything less,
why you insisted on my pursuit of a career
in which I have no interest.
But, as I sit here in my cosy home,
to which I gratefully return
each day after work,
I understand it now.
Life, with its dreams,
can only be fed
through its realities.
Response to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday: Ponder This
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When the Door Closes 
March 16, 2014 at 3:49 am
Our parents have us do many priceless life treasures and a lot of them we didn’t fully understand until a life event reveals itself in a more personal inspiring way. Beautiful and moving post. Thanks.
March 16, 2014 at 4:02 am
Isn’t it funny how children think they know better than their parents only to find out years later that their parents were, in fact, right about almost everything? Happy Sunday!
March 16, 2014 at 11:28 am
Nice connection piece. When we learn to understand how one effects the other our lives become more complete. Well done! 🙂
March 16, 2014 at 6:52 pm
Thanks, Dorothy! Now all I have to do is actually say this to my parents. 🙂
March 19, 2014 at 5:34 am
I just had a similar conversation with my parents tonight. Thank you for helping me see things from the future perspective.
March 20, 2014 at 1:23 am
You’re welcome. I’m sure our parents, though, did the same thing to theirs. 🙂 Thanks for visiting!