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My Baby Still
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My Baby Still |
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garsy New Member
since 2000-08-16
Posts 2Canada |
My Baby Still My daughter’s head Bent, still and golden over her task, Intent on stringing beads Holds my eyes, my heart, my mind. It’s a love-lurch, This tender, sweet pain I feel, Amazing how daily it grips me, Unexpected, always welcome, I can never become accustomed To the wonder of my child. Her skin, be it satin, Knee-scabbed, marker-stained, Or soapy-fresh, pulls me closer To hold, to touch, to smell. No comfort greater to a mother Watching her child grow Than the hug that says This is still my baby. She rests still within my arms, Eyes locked briefly, deeply, The nursing gaze, Her skin warm and reassuring Against my heart. Then, squirming, giggling, Elbows and knees, She pushes away Back to her beads and her string. My girl is growing, And my heart protests Each day’s new independence, While all the while rejoicing In her new-found skills, achievements. This curious mingling of pride, And joy, and loss, In this daily surrender to time slipping by, This is the lesson I am learning, Of Motherhood. |
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JnR4eva Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 377Bronx, NY |
WELCOME TO PASSIONS  and what a wonderful poem you have given us here at passions...it is refreshing to read such a poem, for I myself have not read many poems of the mother's love to a child. A totally new perspective for me to look into and i'm glad I started with this piece  "my love is my motivation my love is my inspiration perception of this poem is your interpretation" -- me |
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Lakewalker Member Elite
since 2000-08-05
Posts 3289On the streets w/ people |
 Welcome To Passions I like this poem a lot, it's a new perspective for me too. I can't wait to read more of your poems! |
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