Open Poetry #36 |
Shackle-Free |
OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Shackle-Free 19 December 2005 The shackles have fallen today with a crash. I don’t know why - perhaps desperation to be part of your lives, (but then I have been desperate so long) - perhaps in answer to my prayers, but whatever the reason I now have, take, make the freedom to write about you, my children, without agonizing over whether you are both getting an exact share the same colour the same size the same weight the same value wrapped in the same paper with the same coloured ribbons. You didn’t understand why I didn’t write much about you before. Perhaps you won’t mind if I write about you spontaneously, without measuring. Perhaps I should have known this many years ago. Perhaps you will forgive me now that I think I know that you would prefer it this way. - Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very poignant poem, dear Owl. It's good that the shackles have crashed, a mother's heart knows instinctively what's right when there is deep listening. And you listened. And your children surely understand and appreciate. Love, Margherita |
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beaniebaby Member
since 2005-11-17
Posts 55 |
very powerful, a mother's love for her children is a delicate thing and you have captured it beautifully |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
This is ver powerful, good job!! |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Gosh, I think MY mother needs to read this. (4 girls) |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you Margherita, Beanie-Baby, Dominique-Simone and littlewing. Yes, sometimes, in trying to do exactly the same for all your children, you land up doing much less than you want to! - Owl |
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