Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Cradle





I remember the scent
of each one-

How it created a longing
to cradle them close to my heart
where their beginnings were born.

 Feeling tiny hands
 caress my face,
 whispering stone-set love.


To rock them gently
through all the turbulence
as the earth revolved in sync
with the endless sweep of time,

forcing me to let go
bit by bit-

The ache
it leaves behind.

17 comments:

  1. Really beautiful! Very nicely written, I can tell there's true feeling behind these lines.

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  2. being a parent is hard stuff...the continual letting go of the child...a bit at a time...and then they are gone...love the remembering the scent of each...me too...smiles.

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  3. So filled with love and tender emotions.

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  4. Love this--the scent of the child and the image of the turning of time. The ache is worth it, yes?

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  5. Yes, "the ache it leaves behind". Beautifully done.

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  6. I miss those tiny hands, beseeching eyes. I do love the fact that I still have two of my three at home (with big hands.)

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  7. This is very touching, Lisa...thinking about each child's individual scent.

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  8. Unconditional love, strong enough to let go when the time comes. Natural, but still difficult.

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  9. Lisa,

    A poem any mother could easily relate to. From birth, to that dreaded empty nest point in time. It all passes so quickly...And the individual scents, are for real!!!
    A beautiful motherly poem:)
    Eileen

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  10. tender beginning and then the ache...so beautifully written

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  11. Only a mother can write something so closely connected. So very beautiful -- and still the whole cycle well described...

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  12. To let go of someone cherished is so hard..you capture the physical connection and emotional very aptly and beautifully

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  13. Aww, so sweet Lisa, what a loving poem :)

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  14. to let go is always hard but in it lies the future..beautiful poem Lisa

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