Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Upon Turning Five


Today the clouds mill above us, more white
than grey, content to shuffle their feet,
taciturn and glowering, heads down,
clammy palms buried in deep pockets.

Not at all like the day you were born,
unseasonably warm, fresh sun slathered
on elm leaves which refused to turn their coats
out beside the hospital window, casting your

first colors upon your tiny hands as you slept
upon my chest, gentle green mittens caressing
the base of my neck, not holding so much as
confirming you were where you wanted to be.

This morning was no different, really, though
your feet were on the ground, hands around my
waist, a smile and closed eyes pressed to my hip
before you scurried out the door to school.

16 comments:

  1. Good morning! This is such a lovely poem filled with appreciation. I like it so much!

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  2. Awwwww... So much feeling in this! And beautiful imagery. Really like it!

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  3. love the word flow.
    an elegant piece.
    Happy Rally.

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  4. What a beautiful poem. The last line makes me start to tear up. That wonderful and somehow sad experience of watching one's child grow up. You've brought it right into your words. Your unusual vocabulary and imagery to describe the clouds, or words used in unexpected context, like sun "slathered" on elm leaves work wonderfully for me.

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  5. they grow so quickly and like the clouds stay with us so fleetingly ...love this thank you x

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  6. A lovely lovely piece to read... gives a secured feeling and comfort ...Thanks for share friend..

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  7. precious moments...to cherish for a lifetime. they don't go away either.
    very good poem.

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  8. wow such a lovely poem for your child it shows so much love and precious moments in a Mothers life
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/20/taken-from-me-on-halloween-night/

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  9. I like this poem very much for the love that shine's through in your words.

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  10. Such a soothing words...magical indeed ...Thanks for share friend...

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  11. APTLY EXPRESSED LOVE,

    KIDS ARE MOTHER'S SUNSHINE.
    BLESS YOU.

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  12. Very well written. Favorite line: "not holding so much as confirming you were where you wanted to be." The cloud imagery in the first stanza was amazing.

    *applause*

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  13. Beautiful. I love the images in this piece. Well done! laurie @ Battling My Inner Critic

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  14. Aww this is so sweet. I love the images and sentiments of this piece. Beautifully written :)

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  15. Beautiful rhythm and flow ! my favorite lines are :
    first colors upon your tiny hands as you slept
    upon my chest, gentle green mittens caressing
    the base of my neck, not holding so much as
    confirming you were where you wanted to be.

    Gr8 write !

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