A parting

 

Hard to think today

when the house is different, less,

and a far away city is a little more.

Hard to think of happiness

when the sky shakes with gun shots,

graceful deer bound across the meadow in fear,

and pigeons rustle uneasily high in the maples.

Hard to think of tomorrow and why.

Another step on the journey,

another fork in the road,

a parting of the ways,

and will tomorrow be any easier?

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

42 thoughts on “A parting”

    1. You’re right. Each day is different, and sometimes it’s better. The general state of the world has me feeling miserable anyway, but the youngest going away to college this weekend has been hard to take.

      1. The others all went to the local university and lived at home. It was hellish sometimes, but I hate it that it’s the youngest who’s the only one to leave.

      2. It’s really absurd here, I think our present adm. would like to have every one uneducated as they are highly promoting ” technical schools” rather than college. A year of college at a state school costs around 60,000 dollars here. We are all paying off student loans. Grrrr.

      3. That’s ridiculously high. I don’t know what incomes are like in the US but that’s about five times the average annual income here. Nobody would go to university on those terms. The top private schools here, like the top art, business, architecture schools don’t cost more than 20k a year and they tend to form students to get pretty good jobs at the end of it to pay off their loan. An ordinary university degree guarantees you nothing at all.

      4. It’s outrageous and fees have gone up during the Trump administration, and all I hear is “go to technical school”…they would love us all to be basically uneducated. Want to see them go in 2020

      5. Karl Marx was right. Love him or loath him, he saw that education of the masses was just preparation for a life in a job going nowhere, teaching kids to sit still, take orders and don’t ever ask for anything better.

      6. I think any one with the intellect to improve their knowledge has the right to do so , they should not have to depend on their parents mortgaging their house to do so. It is a right. Like healthcare, esp in a country as wealthy as the U.S. They would have people with the minds of science working in tech. to me their is a motive behind the madness. My son is going to be anesthesiologist.

      7. I wish him all the best. That’s a terrible idea having to mortgage your home for their education. It puts such pressure on the kids, and must make them feel terribly guilty if it doesn’t work out.

      8. I can see that in a buoyant meritocratic economic system getting a good degree is a meal ticket for life so a college education is seen as an investment. Here we’re churning out graduates with no hope of ever getting a ‘good’ job because there aren’t enough to go around, nowhere near. You have to be prepared to spend eight years or so in higher education and have several post graduate degrees to be in the qualifying stakes. It matters which school you went to too, a state university with a ‘democratic’ entrance system or a high powered school that only takes the high fliers. You’d have to be mad to mortgage your home for a university education. Ten to one you’d be paying for your home for the rest of your life!

  1. It seems all too much at once. It’s funny, I worried much more about mine when they lived at home. They left the city for college and both came back. The youngest was hard to let go though when she really finally left for good. (K)

    1. Yes, when they’re around we worry permanently because the bonds of responsibility from childhood haven’t been broken. It was hard having so many ‘young adults’ in the house a couple actually studying, the others just fooling around, acrimonious sometimes. We ended up moving just to get them to stir themselves. The youngest was never any trouble though and she’s the one who’s furthest away.

      1. She was fine at home as they all got along most of the time and she was such a sweet baby, but she never fitted in at school. She would never tolerate bitching or hypocrisy even from being very small and friends who weren’t fickle seemed to be hard to find.

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