Saturday, October 6, 2012

Something You Didn't Know

I used to write poetry.  It was, admittedly, quite awful poetry, but I was reminded of it when I saw this by Christine.  And then, sitting and holding Charlie (not coincidentally), the following was just . . . there.  In my head.  And now it's here.


Holding a baby
Sticky from entry

Holding a boy
Crying in fear

Holding and swinging
Holding and singing
Holding and walking
Holding and rocking

Holding a boy
Screaming and kicking

Holding a baby
At 2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m.

Exhausted holding
Desperate holding
Coaxing holding
Quiet holding

A boy holding tight
to my legs for safety

A baby holding my finger
The instinctive grip of survival

Holding until they let go
And then I will be left
Holding only the memories
Of holding


Anonymous said...

I see MANY more poems being penned before they actually fly away.

Joellen said...

Great poem. It is so true, and the last brought tears to my eyes. Keep writing!

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

That's an 'enjoy it while it lasts' sort of a thing. Good advice and nicely done.

Anonymous said...

how true ....

tu mere said...

Kinda makes me sad, but it shouldn't. I remember the hiaku poems you used to write - never could understand that whole concept. Obviously, you're talented at both ( I'm assuming this post wasn't a hiaku). Anyway, love to read everything you write. Keep it up!

Anonymous said...

thoughtful and lovely. Save it for the boys to see when they are older--perhaps when they have their own little ones.