In the dark before we are fully awake
I hold my son on the couch.
He curls his long thin limbs
into my familiar lap, his body
startlingly warm and soft
and surprisingly light, though
he gives me all his weight.
No, I do not want to let go of this,
and I hold him here, though there
are lunches to make, hold him
though there is snow to shovel,
hold him though my arm falls asleep,
though the clock ticks toward school
and work and dawn. I am well aware
there are other things I long to hold,
impossible things, like his happiness,
his security, his certainty that he is beloved,
long even to hold onto my idea that I
am a good mother, that I will never
let him down. Though I know I do.
Oh love, is that you,
shaking my body?
Beautiful!
thank you friend, it was also so heartbreaking, so I am glad there is beauty in it. This is, we know, what art offers us over and over, a saving grace. r
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer http://www.wordwoman.com tel. 970-728-0399
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I understand that. The magic of the art is to highlight the beauty, no matter how painful something is. 🙂
Yes, yes, just so, you say it beautifully.
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Marvelous, Rosemerry. You have scooped out the marrow of what it means to be a loving parent (in my case, grandparent) and you say all the truth about it, including the sadness of wanting so desperately to guarantee the happiness of the children….we would give up all else if we could do that
Oh Rick, yes, thank you for this response. Grandparent, parent, it¹s such unimaginable love. I would do almost anything to secure their happiness. Hugs to you, r
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer http://www.wordwoman.com tel. 970-728-0399
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Especially love that sequence that emphasizes the holding, hold him, hold him, hold him. Effective emphasis so entwined into the rhythm.
Beautiful!
thanks Sisi! It can be so sweet, so intense, the paradox of letting go as we hold each other …