Motherhood Week 182

Sitting on a bench in the rain

watching our umbrella fly away,

the long summer grass 

is 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 hands delve

to find stones to throw.

 

Splashes

Shrieks

Misplaced water

My boy

 

I watch you grow,

away from me, knowing

my love won’t always be

allowed to be as close as it is now. 

 

Seeping

Overflowing

Hand received

My boy

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Oh, to envelope this time.

This magical, exhausting, intimate time.

And keep it safe from memory’s 

loose grip.

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Pure

Complete

The truth

My boy

 

Your skin feels like a homecoming,

and I remember you

were once a part of me.

A part I can love so freely.

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But 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