A turquoise
metal
filigree
frame
holds the first picture
of you and me.
Look at you.
So tiny.
So new.
I tried to
smell you into me as
everything about you
enveloped who I am.
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A shout out to Cynthia Short, who provided the Big Tent Poetry prompt this week, to write about a possession. I chose this picture because I needed to write something affirming.
24 comments:
It is quite impossible for me to comprehend just how all-powerful the bonds of motherhood must be but I can appreciate your treasure.
Thank you Derrick. She's almost 15 now!
I welled up with the "smell you into me"....I know that. I still do that. I almost ache to think I won't always be able to breathe them so.
Funny how a topic of "possession" brought us both to visit the deep relationship of mother and child.
Loved it.
- Dina
Thanks Dina. I welled up with it, too. Sap I am. Maybe we went to our kids because they are gifts, our fondest treasures, and as soon as they are born they begin to pull away.
~Brenda
And 15 years from now the memory will still be as clear, I'm sure.
I completely empathise with this poem. That first wonderful moment of a new life never leaves us.
The prompt has been very rewarding in that we are all looking deep inside ourselves.
My first thought for this prompt was also to write about my children, but I decided against it because I felt - and this is not in any way an aspersion on your poem because I know exactly where you're coming from - that they were not possessions, but only on loan for a while.
I love what you did here; it's beautiful, especially 'smell you into me' (which I now do with my dogs because my boys are big). A wonderful poem.
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The best possession of all..
half-way through
I Just love this—
Such beautiful feelings expressed in this poem. Did your daughter read it?
Both the picture and the poem are perfect for this prompt!
Aw. This is so sweet. And I love that last stanza.
Like the frame in the photo, your words frame that deep taking in of the senses in their need to mark, on all levels, that incredible moment. And although I know, they are not my possessions, I remember clearly, doing the same thing with each of them. Thank you for reaffirming that moment and that reality.
Elizabeth
A powerful piece, bringing the reader a clear memory. Excellent post!
-Weasel
Brenda beautiful poem about the bond of mother and child. This brought tears to my eyes and back to the time when my daughter was born. Thanks for sharing this.
Pamela
Ah... so sweet! A prized possession, and the memory of those days too.
Beautiful poem Brenda, captured those beautiful moments so well in your poem.
Very nicely done. I see variations of your picture, and never question the love, but the sense of immersion is something I never imagined. You would seem to be the possessed in this.
Oh, lovely! Another poem of motherhood. The photo is incredible. (How I wish I had more of me with my babies when they were babies.)
I can completely dive into your words, breathe them into my heart.
Very lovely...
Children physically remove themselves form us, but still we are forever tangled with them.
Your lovely poem brought it all back. My "baby" is also 15.
We could all use a bit of affirmation now and again :). I've read that scent is very closely linked to memory, and memories are probably our most personal possession.
Superb! This piece speaks so strongly to the bond between mother and child!
This is a sweet, sweet poem. It, in and of itself, is a keepsake! I love the line of trying to "smell you into me." Gorgeous.
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