I remember the scent
of each one-
How it created a longing
to cradle them close to my heart
where their beginnings were born.
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.
Really beautiful! Very nicely written, I can tell there's true feeling behind these lines.
ReplyDeletebeing 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.
ReplyDeleteSo filled with love and tender emotions.
ReplyDeleteLove this--the scent of the child and the image of the turning of time. The ache is worth it, yes?
ReplyDeleteYes, "the ache it leaves behind". Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteI miss those tiny hands, beseeching eyes. I do love the fact that I still have two of my three at home (with big hands.)
ReplyDeleteThis is very touching, Lisa...thinking about each child's individual scent.
ReplyDeleteUnconditional love, strong enough to let go when the time comes. Natural, but still difficult.
ReplyDeleteLisa,
ReplyDeleteA 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
Oh, the ache indeed...
ReplyDeleteAh yes, I remember that too. :)
ReplyDeletetender beginning and then the ache...so beautifully written
ReplyDeleteOnly a mother can write something so closely connected. So very beautiful -- and still the whole cycle well described...
ReplyDeleteTo let go of someone cherished is so hard..you capture the physical connection and emotional very aptly and beautifully
ReplyDeleteto let go is always hard but in it lies the future..beautiful poem Lisa
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much.
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