Open Poetry #43 |
A mother's gift |
inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
I feel them yearning to go to wander a season's circumference while I brace myself for nights of division days from this clouded one when they'll morph again into star gazing coathangers, branches bent in dark agony shrieking of winds when God lifts the volume and her children run wild far off from their hostess sporting the colors of a mother's hard labor. [This message has been edited by inkedgoddess (09-29-2008 11:59 AM).] |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Hi there blondielocks, I've been wondering where you were.... We are so on the same page, and I love your poem. I think the toughest part of parenting is opening our arms and watching our children fly. The irony of it all is that nothing prepares us for the letting go. *sob* my babies are all growing up on me. That's my interpretation of your poem anyway, probably because this phase of my life is all consuming Hugs, you~ |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
I'm still loving your poetry, Michele. Really good to read you again. Hugs, Ethel |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Thoughtful and meaningful poem, Michele. I always enjoy your poetry. Ida |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Beautiful poetry, as always! my kids grew up a long time ago. |
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