A Parent's Lessons

by ooh4764

Published February 27, 2015

E - Everyone

In poetry

This is just a short disclaimer due to possible grammatical errors I did not catch. I apologize, I am typing and editing from my phone. 


A mother first holding her daughter
has only the best of intentions,
and wishes for what this
beautiful little girl may do.

Yet as that little girl grows,
watching Mommy
with wide eyes,
she begins to learn.

At age five,
she learns from Mommy
to look twice
before crossing the street.

Don't talk to strangers,
and color inside the lines.
At age five.
She learns from mommy how to be safe. 

At age ten,
she learns that Mommy
holds a lighter,
and breathes smoke.

The choking scent
and lack of oxygen.
At age ten.
She learns that Mommy is a dragon.

At age thirteen,
she learns from Mom
how to tell a lie
as she hides the bank notes.

Low numbers
and casino receipts.
At age thirteen.
She learns from Mom that lies are okay.

At age sixteen,
from watching Mom she learns
how to pour a shot
and numb the pain.

The burning sensation,
and dizzy feeling.
At age sixteen.
From watching Mom she learns how to mask it all.

At age seventeen,
she learns from Mom
that it's okay
to betray the ones you love.

To end a marriage
after cheating.
At age seventeen.
She learns from Mom that faithfulness is meaningless.

Now you stand back
Dear Mother
ask yourself,
Are these the lessons you meant to teach?

Yet a Father,
watching his daughter grow
has taught her as well.
What did she learn from him?

At age five,
she learned from Daddy
to stay close,
and not wander away.

Keep hold of my hand,
and be careful.
At age five.
She learned from Daddy that he'll keep her safe.

At age ten,
she learned that Daddy works,
keeping long hours
to make ends meet.

Coming home tired,
and still finding time to play.
At age ten.
She learned that Daddy always has time for her.

At age thirteen,
she learned from Dad
that Mom's secrets
aren't secret.

Telling lies for her,
won't help.
At age thirteen.
She learned that she could tell Dad the truth.

At age sixteen,
she learned from Dad
as he discovered the empty bottles,
and smelled her breath.

Pulling her close,
and telling her it's not a solution.
At age sixteen.
She learned from Dad that you have to be strong.

At age seventeen,
she learned from dad
that sometimes,
things have to end.

The fights have to stop,
and papers need to be signed.
At age seventeen.
She learned from Dad that sometimes things happen for the better.

All these things
and so much more,
she learned from her Father
as she grew.

Maybe the good lessons
will outweigh the bad,
and maybe parents
will think before they teach.

Comments & reviews · 6
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ksow Review
ksow wrote a review Review · Mar 2, 2015

Beautiful! I really enjoyed this, although it was very one sided. I understand that was your intention but i do feel like it would have been better if you could have had many different perspectives. Possibly you could have made it from the fathers perspective in the 2nd part. I feel like you could have rounded out the poem more if you made it from the mothers point of view, the daughters point of view, and the fathers point of view. I really did enjoy the poem though, I only had a few ideas, your a very good writer. I also enjoyed the flow of constancy such as: "At Age... At Age..." and "She Learned from Mommy... She Learned from Mommy". Thank you for writing this amazing piece.
-K

ooh4764 replied · Mar 2, 2015

I was really trying to keep a sharp contrast between the two parents, while the drinking stanza is fiction, the rest of this is based on true events, and what I wanted to put there instead of drinking didn't work very well.

ksow replied · Mar 2, 2015

Thank you for your response it makes things much more clear.

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KaiTheGreater
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KaiTheGreater commented Comment · Feb 28, 2015

I really can't say anything other than it's beautiful, I loved it, and thank you so much for posting this.

RainbowPowerPonies wrote a review Review · Feb 28, 2015

Hi! RainbowPowerPonies here to give you a full out review.

Okay, let me do a sandwich style which I think you are familiar with. This is a great poem and I want to read it again, and I mean over and over. I do wanna say that I think that there were no grammar mistakes as far as I could see so I can't see why you were worried about this.
I want to address my main problem with it and I believe it to be the only "problem" it seems one-sided. I know this is what you were going for, it's apparent, I was just curious why? Is there a particular reason why the father was the good character and the mother was the bad? Please give me feedback.
To finish off on a good note I want to give this my stamp of approval in just saying that you did a phenomenal job at this and I'm proud of you @ooh4764.
I could really relate because my life has been similar, that father good guy character and that kind of mother iffy character. My aunt who was my mother figure taught me to yell at what made you mad and then hit it and abuse it. I was the thing that made her mad usually. You have taught me through this poem that parents teach us what they teach us and they can't change it, we can't either but we can teach different seasons. Thank you. This is amazing :)

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Cithara
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Cithara commented Comment · Feb 27, 2015

Very well written! I thoroughly enjoyed this.

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zswa commented Comment · Feb 27, 2015

Good poem, but some things I noticed were that the bad only happens with the mom it seems a bit one sided but that is just my opinion. Overall I thought this poem was very well thought out and that the concept was very good

It was intended to be one sided. Thank you for the comment though.

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SnowyBirdie
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SnowyBirdie wrote a review Review · Feb 27, 2015

First off, before I get into the reviewing, this was amazing. I found I could quickly connect with it, perhaps not as much as others may, but this was amazingly written. I could not see any grammatical errors (though, I may be incorrect, because in order to catch them, I would need to not be as dense as I can be at times). This poem was dramatic, and really made me feel things. You have earned a follower, my friend.

Thank you, I'm glad you could connect with it, sometimes we really have to think about the things our parents teach us, and some recent things made me realize what I have learned from mine.



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