Child

Child,

You are joy.

In your laughter

I hear my soul speak.

 

Child,

You are innocence.

In your sweetness,

I recover my solace.

 

Child,

You are kindness.

In your praises,

I unearth my security.

 

Child,

You are love.

In your adoration,

I find my needs met.

 

Child,

You are vulnerability.

In your needs,

I discover my meaning.

 

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Mother, Friend.

When I sit in caverns deep,

In darkness knit by life’s defeats,

As disappointment wears me thin,

I look above and light streams in.

 

You lift me up from puddles vast,

Remind me from whom I was cast,

With wisdom and commitment true,

You build me up and push me through.

 

With earnestness, your ears do hear,

Your shoulders broad, they bear my fear,

You do not judge or reprimand,

Your sole desire, to lend your hand.

 

And when I’m reaching for the sky,

You embolden, lift me high.

My ally and great devotee,

You spread my wings, then set me free.

Love, Enduring.

Love so sweet;
Spoken without barriers.
Delicate kisses;
Given without condition.
Through growth and transformation,
Surmountable challenge and incomparable delight,
Uncontrollable laughter and tears of exasperation,
I grow alongside you.

With perceived inadequacy and inconsistency,
Held by a heart of love overflowing,
I adore you more each day.
Be patient with me, always.
You are abundant love, unfolded.
You challenge me to selflessness,
Remind me of the joy in simplicity.

Birthed of my body, fed by my breast:
My marvelous child.

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Mothers in Sync

This poem was written by my mother. She shared it with me this weekend after I shared my blog with her. I didn’t know that she liked to write, or that she could express herself so beautifully in poetry. Of course, I know she’s a brilliant woman, but had no idea we had this in common.

This poem was written shortly after I was born. I am wholly touched by the depth of emotion encompassed in this work, and so appreciative that she shared it with me. Especially now, being a mother too, I can grasp what she was feeling in the moments she wrote this piece. I love you mom!

Blood – we share.
Your beauty astounding, as you take your first breath. I chasing mine.
As I acknowledge your existence, mind racing, love-fear-joy- strangling me.
Raw, exposed, reality overwhelming.
You touched my heart and soul, beyond words.
Mind filled with fear, fear of responsibility for another being, of making mistakes.
Heart filled with pride-love.
Soul, to share with another.