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Life As We See It: Poetry about Children #3

 


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My youngest son looks more like his father
than an unique individual;

his stormsky eyes and almost dimpled
cheeks, crinkled nose
when he isn't gifted with what he wants--

only follows me because
of that hypothetical
umbilical cord
that articles tell me
remains for years after
its been snapped from my body;

calls me mother because
there are no other words
for the one that
gives birth

but I am farther from god
in his eyes, merely
a creator, a temporary home

save when he is sick,
then his small arms cleave
into my abundance
and I am mother, again
in more than just words.

 




 

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  • misselaineous
    February 3, 2007

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    ahhh a mother and her son
    my own relationship with my six feet two 15 year old is kind of strained right now because he refuses to clean/allow me to fumigate/tidy the midden he calls his room!
    hw still shouts 'mum can i have a drink? every now and then
    you sum up motherhood so well with a matteroffactness and deep love
    elaine


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    February 2, 2007

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    coming home to truth

    but I am farther from god
    in his eyes, merely
    a creator, a temporary home

    save when he is sick,
    then his small arms cleave
    into my abundance
    and I am mother, again
    in more than just words.

    these last lines of the poem are the essence of children bonding with their mothers, it is an intense and physical love combined with yearning that goes deeply into the blood and through the heart and arms and compells loved ones to find solace and love in the armsof each other 'into my abundance' is a beautifully descriptive metaphore for maternal grace and love. ,,,Danni


  • Blkwidow77 silver member
    January 29, 2007
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  • JazzALTernative silver member
    January 29, 2007

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    I like the tinge of sarcasm

    What is the thing we are talking about here? It is very cool. The son being in the generic image of his father and the utilitarian connection with his mother show playful resentment. His connection with the father, and the play on words bringing them farther towards God drives this to a high point; yet an abundance of womanly virtue ultimately conquers with love - unconditional - the son returns to the mother. And does in many other ways going forward.



  • Jersene gold member
    January 28, 2007
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    Excellent penning!

  • FindingFate
    January 28, 2007

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    ...and again you are great. The individual relationship I have with my children are just that...individual and unique. You capture the essence of your subject well in all your writes; this is no exception.


  • SurelyWritten
    January 28, 2007

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    hmm, the contractions ended years ago, but not in the pace and flow of your words, how do you do that...

  • Rowan gold member
    January 28, 2007

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    Yes!

    I have a son; and yes, I feel the sense of disconnection; yet connection. Reminds me of that saying;
    "A son is a son till he takes a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life.”
    I have one of each, so this poem resonates for me;
    well said.


    • Annalise
      January 28, 2007
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      Thank you.



      I have two boys, one girl. My oldest is a mama's boy. Has been all his life (9 years) but my youngest... well, he's always been more of a daddy's boy, I guess.

      My daughter is a floater. She's the type of person that connects well with everyone. My older boy is all me... but if I didn't know I gave birth to the youngest, I would think his father just cloned him. He doesn't even have a feature of mine!


  • -ButterflyCuts-
    January 28, 2007

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    ooh.. this is absolutely stunning, Meli..

    I love how in each stanza the gap between you shrinks or grows. How you seem to know everything about him with ease and the knowledge only a mother can impart so well.

    For some reason the way you said "its been snapped from my body;" .. snapped.. was really .. good. I hate that word.. good, nevermind. But anyway, it was really effective. As the cord isn't (as far as I know) a brittlematerial, 'snap' is an intersting description. It makes it seem more fragile and easy to break permanently. Once something is snapped, you can't put it together again.

    I really really like this.. I can't imagine my mother ever being able to know this much about me..

    • Annalise
      January 28, 2007
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      Thank you, darling. I thought about the snap... as you are right, the umbilical is quite strong and not brittle, but I thought snapped worked better than cut because of the reasoning you presented.

      Ah. Most mothers just wouldn't admit to it, honestly. Sometimes I'm too honest for my own peace of mind.

      (It's my 'mother kick' weekend.)

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