Motherhood Week 182

 

Sitting on a bench in the rain

Watching our umbrella fly away

The long summer grass

Shadowed by the looming storm

 

Silent smiles

Understanding

No words

My boy

 

The twinkle in your eye

Gleams like sunlight on

The rippling brook

Where searching hands delve 

To find stones to throw

Splashes

Shrieks

Misplaced water

My boy

Sometimes I know which

Animal you will choose next

And I remember that once

You were a part of me

Attached

Extended outwards

To be held and set free

My boy

I watch you grow 

Away from me

Quite rightly so

And my love won’t always be

Allowed to be as close

As it is now

Seeping

Overflowing

Hand received

My boy

Oh, to envelope this time

This magical 

Exhausting

Intimate time

And keep it safe 

From memory’s 

Loose grip

 

Yoghurt still smears 

Across your face

But you can fasten 

Your own shoes

You think answering 

Everything with the word 

Poo is hilarious

You are right

My boy

 

I am clambered upon

A human climbing frame

Your skins contact feels

Like a homecoming

 

Pure

Complete

The truth

My boy

 

To have grown you 

And fed you with 

My body

Of which you were a part

A part which I can love 

So freely

 

But a mother’s shining 

Cross to bear;

 

You do not belong to me

 

You are your own man

To become

And separate we shall be

You should separate from me

But attached forever 

I will be

My love

My boy.

 

Motherhood Week 180