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Older

*Content Warning*
Critical Illness

Older
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

I wanted to see you get older

I wanted to see you
Get the “C” on your hockey sweater
That you worked so hard all season to earn
And lead your team into the playoffs

I wanted to see you pull into the driveway
In your Dad’s Chevy truck at 16
Going just a little too fast
Beeping the horn the whole way in
Because you just got your license

I wanted to see you in a collared shirt
With a crooked name tag pinned to it
On your first day of work
At your very first job

I wanted to see you
Crossing the stage and shaking a hand
Holding a diploma
Tossing your cap in the air

I wanted to see you in a suit and tie
On your wedding day
When you’re all grown up
And you find your person

I wanted to hold your son
Who’ll look just like his Dad
And hear what he calls you
And see all of the ways he takes after you

I wanted to see if your hair gets darker
Your big blue eyes too
As time goes by

I wanted to see you get older

But I guess, maybe that isn’t
Part of the plan
And maybe 6 years
Is all the time we get

And while I will one day
Be a distant memory
From just a fraction
Of your big, huge wonderful life
You were the very best part of mine, kid

And I hope that there was time
Time for you to know
That you are so special
And important
And smart
And gifted
And good

My God, how I hope you know

But it’s really something, isn’t it?
That we ever got to be here
At the very same time

We got to eat popcorn and watch movies
And scuff up the hardwood floors playing mini-sticks
And trick-or-treat as Spider-Man for Halloween
And make a mess of the kitchen baking a birthday cake
And blow out the candles
And make a wish
Like in my very favourite picture of us

In all of history
In all of space and time
Across all of the galaxies
And the infinite multi-verse
I got to be your Aunt
How lucky are we?

So, I know that even just one day
Was enough

Written March 29, 2003
© 2023 Kelly Ann Wilson

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Last few words: 
This poem is based on notes I had written to leave for my nephew when my health was in critical condition. Read my writer's blog at https://kwilsonarts.wordpress.com/
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

The below is a computer generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Older" by Kelly Ann Wilson is a heart-wrenching tribute to a loved one who has passed away. The poem is a reflection on the things the speaker wished they could have seen their loved one experience as they grew older. The poem is written in free verse and is broken up into several stanzas, each focusing on a different moment the speaker wanted to witness.

The poem is emotionally charged, and the use of vivid imagery helps to create a strong sense of nostalgia. The speaker's desire to see their loved one achieve milestones in life, such as earning a letter on their hockey sweater, getting their driver's license, and graduating from college, is palpable. The poem is also infused with a sense of regret, as the speaker laments the fact that they will never get to witness these moments.

One suggested line edit would be to change the line "I wanted to hold your son" to "I wanted to hold your child." This change would make the line more gender-neutral and inclusive, allowing the speaker to express their desire to hold the child of their loved one, regardless of their gender.

Overall, "Older" is a beautiful and poignant poem that captures the fleeting nature of life and the importance of cherishing the time we have with the people we love. The poem is a testament to the power of memory and the enduring impact that our loved ones can have on our lives.

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a very heartfelt poem that details the things that an aunt was afraid she might not see or experience with her nephew, because she thought that she would not be around because of her health issues. The AI has only the poem itself to work with
and doesn't read the last comments, so, made an error in judgement about the purpose of the poem. A very good impression
and one that anyone might have, without the full story. I am always careful to read the last comments and so don't often make that mistake. Of course, I do get it wrong occasionally. Other than seeing way too many [ands], I loved the piece and didn't see anything else I would change. I think that you could remove many of the [ands] by changing a few endings of words, playing with the structure of the lines, and that sort of thing. I don't believe that the changing of the line that says:
"I wanted to hold your son" to the ambiguous 'child' is necessary. Many parents and relatives 'wish' for a child of either gender according to the activities they see themselves doing with that child. All-in-all, a great poem, that can be made just a little greater. ~ Geezer.
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I would not have published the following:
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Death and dying

Older
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

Nor would I have done this:
Written March 29, 2003
© 2023 Kelly Ann Wilson

I would never request this intensity:
Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
(I have been here since the day this website opened)

I would have created a way to make this clear in the body or title of the poem:
This poem is based on notes I had written when my health was in critical condition to leave for my nephew.

There is a lot of repetition in your poem. Perhaps create a version without all that repetition, a separate poem and see how it goes over here. This is the place (Neopoet) to do that.

This is not a harsh critique just my opinions for you to take or not.
I read the entire poem and from me that is a compliment :~)
Keep at it,
Max

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