Binding Ties

We are bound to our children,
And our sibling’s children,
Even our friends’ children,
Bound by love and laughter
And the strange innocence we’ve forgotten.
We’re bound by simple joys and plastic toys,
And quick remarks on right and wrong,
Bad television and worse remakes,
And clothes for little people
Who’ll grow up too quickly.
Loose teeth and filthy faces,
Muddy clothes and bleeding knees,
Tie us to youth we’ve grown beyond,
Too old to see life as they do.
We are bound to our children
And their cheeky smiles,
And never wish to be set free.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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2 Responses to Binding Ties

  1. Mike says:

    A perfectly pictured ode to kin – much enjoyed, thank you.

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