Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Sad Measurement


I measured my sons on a wall as they grew.
Each inch was counted and charted.
And as the year would pass away
Their youthful days departed.
I often wished I could erase each mark
And take them daily to play in a park.
See them on swings and on a slide,
Hear them laugh on the carousel ride.

I measured my sons one at a time
And both were happy that they grew.
But I did not share their happiness
Because as a mother I knew
That their childhood days were leaving
And never again would they know
That the measured marks on the wall
Were reminders of when they would go.

Eventually the marks were painted.
No longer were they there to see.
But I still can see them in my mind
And I knew that probably
They’d have children of their own
And place marks on a wall.
I’m sure they’ll feel the way I did
As they see them growing tall.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014
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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (2/19/2014 10:23:00 AM)

    you have written here what I had done..whenever I go to the old house, where the marked wall is painted, I use to touch those spots with love..thank you for sharing the measurement... (Report) Reply

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