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The sun rose bright
In the horizon
Spilling gold on
Ebbing tide.
They woke with
Tangled limbs still weighted
And lids that wrinkled
In the light.
It dawned to be
The day of changes,
When revolution would be
Put aside.
They’ll find their breath,
And mend their fences.
They’re family now.
They will not
Fight.
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Thanks, Dale! I’m thinking, that pause may not last forever, but … any truce or cease-fire is an opportunity to find shared goals to walk toward … 🙂
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This is true. 🙂
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🙂
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Absolutely beautiful! I love the meaning.
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Thank you, Lucy! 🙂
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Lovely, Na’ama. There’s a rhythm here like an ebb and flow–and yes, maybe it’s not permanent–but maybe it is!
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🙂 Thank you Merril … Yes, blended families sometimes manage to pause the fighting to make their own shared revolution … Some go through the ebb and flow and occasional stormy weather. And it is all okay, if it is accepted as part of the revolutions of life …
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Your poem looks to a future of better things. May it come to pass.
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For many blended families it indeed can be, even if it may often be an uneven kind of ebb and flow of high and low tides … May it indeed come to pass for all whose life’s revolution brings them together for a new life.
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Your name tagging is running amuck, making the comments into echoes, and commenters into shape shifters. I kind of dig it–liked your poem too.
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huh? Not sure what you mean by my “name tagging running amuck” – tagging by whom, where?
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I like the concept of putting family before our differences and living as one!
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For many families (especially the children, who don’t usually get a say in their parent’s marriage decisions …) this is part of the reality they are called to make the most of. It is not so much a choice to get into a blended family as it becomes a choice of how one survives it or even thrives in it. The latter, of course, is best … as many times it can become a bonus of having more support. Other times, not so much. Great comment, Roth!
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This is quite common in our day and time..
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Indeed! Common, but from the many families I’ve known, still not easy. … Here’s to finding a way to be together as one.
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Yes!
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🙂
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i adore how peace was found on the last few lines. beautiful!
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Thank you! Or at least aspired to…
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I’m glad that they were able to come to truce. And hopefully, it’ll last!
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Yes! May it last! 🙂
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Indeed 🙂
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It would be nice if we could remember that we are all one great family. Though family is where the fighting is often the bitterest.
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True, and … true …
Here’s to finding moments of truce …
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Since I was the only progeny of the blending, I had no steps; only half-siblings. I was born into a life-long role I never really liked, but no longer matters.
My grandson seems to cherish his steps, as do I. When raising children, moments of peace and quiet are precious, indeed.
Loved the poem, Na’ama.
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Thank you for this comment and perspective, Bill! So many times we don’t hear the children’s voices (and long-term realities) in blended families. It is not that it is a bad solution, only that it is a complicated one. Let alone when there are progeny of a union added to the other realities of steps/half-sibs. Many times it works out well, sometimes seamlessly, often not. Love is love, though that does not make love less complicated. 🙂
Glad you liked the poem!
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this is really good. why do we fight? does anything good ever come from that?
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Thank you! I think people fight for all kinds of reasons, and children often fight because it is a way to voice frustration and a feeling of helplessness and loss of control and not being heard. And sometimes jealousy and worry and overwhelm and and and …
While I agree that not a lot of good can ever come out of fighting, a lot of good CAN come out of arguing and discussing and voicing and debating and sorting out differences and accommodating clashing needs and rearranging priorities and making compromises — all of which may not happen unless one spoke up (preferably without acting up) and voiced discontent and need and worry and pain and loss and grief and concern …
Blended families are tricky. Children are rarely part of the discussion but they are expected to ‘get along’ and accommodate. They can, but they should be helped to find new realities in new families, and their reality and reluctance ought to be heard and held and respected.
So … sometimes good can come out of voicing discontent, though respect and compassion and empathy and an open mind (by the adults as well as the kids…) can go a long way toward harmony … 🙂
(off the soap box … ;))
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