I remember reading the poem To An Athlete Dying Young by A.E. Housman when I was 16. As the title indicates it is about a sportsman dying young by the way. Did not mean anything to me. I thought it was cheesy.
Now that I am older and have been a mother for a while - my oldest is five- I think the poem is just soooo sad.
I never lost a kid thanks got, but the thought that one of my children would die young makes my blood run cold... and now I think of his mother who is not even mentioned in this poem and how it must be for her.
Is there any book/poetry/movie you felt just so different about after having kids?