Hugging The Child

The parent, stunned by the onslaught of daily life, whose soul is worn down by the winds of wear and tear, always ends up forgetting to what extent he means everything to his/her child.
Between two waves of daily life that crash on his skull, the latter sometimes reminds this sheer truth to the parent..

It is then possible that the parent, rather than recognizing how life brings forth, takes refuge behind an appearance of non-reception of the message of love.
Through a gesture, an expression, he covers the flames of Life with a quick handful of damp sand.

It is also possible that the parent knows, at this moment, how to accept learning from the child standing right there.

He then becomes the child of this child,
He becomes the parent he once was, again.

It is possible, finally, that he realizes it at the wrong time, offbeat as I often am, and puts down his pencil to hug the child standing right there.


©FJ Jan 2024
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