Love of the Fleeting
As a mother, love has filled me in ways unimaginable. Sometimes, though, I have found the greatest depths of my love in the fleeting parts of this life between mother and child. One of these poems is written at a time of great loss. The others were written in awe, with a simple wish that time could really be put on pause.
If I Could Hold On
Some day
I will look down
at my breast
and not see your sweet face.
Moments pass by
unnoticed,
no other world is around me
when you are here.
But your weight
on my lap
grows heavy still,
until it becomes
the weight of memory.
Tiny fingers that reach
out to grab me
catch my heart instead
and leave their imprint
upon it.
Only this will not fade so fast.
January 2008
A Brief Spring Storm
Mornings
I have noticed
the changing wind.
It brings in a fresh scent,
like wet earth and fertility.
The promise of spring
breaks open the hard crust
of earth, left behind
by a hard winter.
The sun shifts
In the morning sky,
my heart shifts in my chest.
But as I look
toward the light,
I see you turn and walk away.
‘Not just yet,” you whisper,
As a light rain begins
between my thighs.
“Not just yet,” I hear,
As the thunder turns
my womb in knots.
The sun slips
Behind the clouds and
I am afraid to let you go.
Still, the wind picks up.
My insides twist and
contract like
the lightening split sky.
Release comes fast,
A brief spring storm.
Release………….
Rain pouring down
and away.
And then
suddenly,
you are gone.
March 2009
My Child Sleeps
Time pauses.
Everything Good in the world,
all the promise, all the
newness,
all the love and the light
wrapped up in a small blanket
lying next to me.
I soak him in,
Let him seep into my skin
flowing down
into my heart,
A permanent home,
it cannot be
replaced
either by waking or
growing up.
August 2009
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Acacia is a stay at home mama playing through life one moment at a time with her husband and two young sons. She is a natural parenting, cloth diapering, gentle disciplining, home schooling, wholesome foods eating, spiritually centered steward to this great Mother Earth.
“Tiny fingers that reach
out to grab me
catch my heart instead
and leave their imprint
upon it.
Only this will not fade so fast.”
Love this! Sniff…I’m sure gonna miss them this little…
no mother, no matter her age, forgets….i can still feel you in my arms, i can still smell your sweetness as i wrapped you in a towel, fresh from your bath, i can still hear the beating of your heart as you lay sleeping on my chest…some things are never forgotten
Beautiful! I fully relate to the breastfeeding one especially!