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"The things we want are really the times we share."

~ Rob Hueniken

Poem about children growing up and leaving home

by Rob Hueniken on Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Anyone who has teenagers knows the sadness of their leaving to start their own home.
For parents with children the advice is clear: play with your kids; spend time doing things together — today!

This is a poem I wrote for my son, whom I love dearly.

Cleaning the Workshop

The time has come to clean the room.
To move big pieces and use the broom.
And lift the layers time has spread
Which spin back memories through my head.

Against the wall a wooden box
Raised up on legs with screws is locked.
And on the front my son’s full name
By his own hand it does proclaim.

And there within a child’s treasure:
Bits cut from wood without a measure.
Tiny tools for a young hand
That now belongs to a young man.

How long these treasures lay in dust,
His interests elsewhere but here I touch
The time we shared and built a toy
When I was the father of a small boy.

I clean the box and throw out strings
That may have been the start of things.
I keep the projects that have shape
And with a camera a shot I take.

I miss that boy and the simpler times
When shapes and tools were on his mind.
But here’s his hammer in my big hand.
From the things we built we made a man.

By Rob Hueniken


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JeannieH Monday, February 14, 2011 at 3:18 am

That is absolutely beautiful.
Breaks my heart.

Rob Hueniken Monday, February 14, 2011 at 6:58 am

Thanks, Jeannie, for the nice note about the workshop child poem. I got to drive my young adult son to work this morning – to share some time and be helpful to him. I enjoyed that. Cheers for our hearts!

Bell Wednesday, August 3, 2011 at 6:28 pm

brought a tear to my eyes….beautiful….

Ruthie Friday, February 3, 2012 at 8:52 am

I have 5 children… the oldest 4 are boys. They are all grown now (only the “baby” – 13 year old- girl is at home). The 2 oldest are now married and the younger 2 are in college in the U.S. My husband had a wood shop that they all made things in. He also did some stained glass… my oldest has now started doing the same. We are missionaries in Thailand so when our kids leave home, it is to the other side of the world! Your poem is very touching and God-given to be sure! Thank you for sharing it.

Rob Hueniken Sunday, May 5, 2013 at 3:55 pm

My boy is a man now, but I love him and hope, everyday, to be with him.

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