Morning Poem # 2
Posted on | September 25, 2007 |
Because his small hand fits into my palm still,
I hold my breath and feel the gills of my heart
pummel inside my chest.
There is no way for keeping this;
like stacking bags of sand
against the jetty,
crumbling
no way to keep back his tide of growing up.
“I’m you’re a little bit big boy,” he whispers
against my cheek in the dark
then moon gets caught in the branches on the hill
and I’m begging that this filament
these slender fish bones of love
and the flotsam of our days
will keep us
when he is taller than my head,
and turns to walk the other way.
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September 26th, 2007 @ 12:54 am
xoxo
*s
September 26th, 2007 @ 1:11 am
So lovely.
September 26th, 2007 @ 5:39 am
What I think about every single day with my two boys. Thank you.
September 26th, 2007 @ 7:28 am
Tuesday, 25 September 2007
It is like a second skin, this sequined dress of many colors, the way
the light catches and the spring of fabric against curve of flesh.
They are playing dress up, tuxedos with clip on ties, a corsage
cooling in the refrigerator. A cassock, a tunic, an aged sack to keep
the flies from the ointment. I would dress my daughter in meringue,
ply her with fruit, tell her to keep this secret to herself. I wouldn’t
forbid the night of magic, just try to taint it a little, change the color
to an earthy brown, remind her of the way fireworks
can explode too close to the ground, the ash can leave burns, pools
of sizzled flesh, and suddenly, those colors aren’t so magical
the second time around.
September 26th, 2007 @ 7:45 am
no no– he can’t walk away because we have lassooed him!
(um, is lassoooed a word?)
but tis indeed the season of bittersweet . . .
September 26th, 2007 @ 1:27 pm
I love this!
You SAY so well what many of us FEEL.
Thanks!
September 26th, 2007 @ 4:20 pm
this left me gasping
just a little…
being the mom of a little bit bigger boy…
and this line
“these slender fish bones of love”
wow.
September 26th, 2007 @ 10:55 pm
I used to have a deep, intense fear of my little ones growing up and somehow losing that bond we had when they were so young. But you know what? My oldest is eleven now and I still see that glimmer in his eye when he’s with his mama, and feel that overpowering love when I wrap my arms around him.
Yes, I miss those days when it was just the two of us and he was small enough to hold tight and close to me without protest. But the awesome thing about now is he will come up and hold me tight without my asking. As long as there’s none of his friends around to see, that is.
September 27th, 2007 @ 3:46 pm
After a night
in cramped seats
a performance mostly
of singing
we ride out to the beach
and back then
extend the night again
small plates and port
and a couple we both agree
are the most disgusting
folks we’ve seen in a long time.
I never stop marveling
at the way we
dissolve and return
kisses going
from genuine to merely
gracious, and back
the way
all simple things
eventually fall
into place.
September 27th, 2007 @ 7:19 pm
This is really lovely (and all the comment poems too). I can tell you when they get to twenty and are taller than your head; the love is sweeter and even more amazing.
September 27th, 2007 @ 10:23 pm
BREAKING MY HEART, you are.
This is the most prose-y week, no poems from me. I knew it was a long shot when I said “maybe okay yes but probably most likely not.”