“My son is growing up too fast.”
I told my friend today.
She teased me some for saying it
as we watched him laugh and play.
It never did occur to me
that he’d grow up so fast.
That in hardly any time at all
so much time would have passed.
He’s in such a hurry
to try; and see; and do
and it’s not so very long ago
that he made his debut.
I see the hunger in his eyes
to grab and taste the world.
It will seem like only moments passed
and he’ll have his wings unfurled.
I beg him to hold back a bit
“Don’t rush yourself my son.”
“There’s so much time in front of you
your life’s only just begun.”
But his hands are always stretching out
for things just out of reach
and there are lessons that he’s learning
that I’m not prepared to teach.
I watch him through a mother’s eyes
and see the man that he’ll become.
Is it life that he is running to?
Or me he’s running from?
I push back this tiny sorrow
As I smile at him with pride
Saying “come on and take your mama’s hand
it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
But he’s too young to comprehend
the indulgent words I say
as he toddles on unsteady legs
He’s 9 months old today.
Author notes
OK so he's not actually going to be 9 months until tuesday...
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450 points, ended May 21, 2008, 39 entries
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this poem was very moving!
the emotion you felt when writing this poem is soooo touching!
i feel the warmth an the love so tenderly and so affectionatly - it almost made me cry!
but of course a beautiful cry!
great imagery
fantastic write
superb flow!
dont stop writing!
keep up the excellent work!!
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excerpts of pressures, perspective
stanza three is where this becomes an etching of mother's introspectiveness.
my personal laced tears comes with "and there are lessons that he’s learning
that I’m not prepared to teach." It can so heart wrenchingly be journalized with feeling but not image yet for what is happening or so should sometimes. as with me singing away diaper blues when they probably couldn't get white enough without simpler cloth of infant hygiene honoring her instinct to be uncomfortable being put in stuck position from releasing so packing... succumbing to my training time or culture clock. yet we don't have to delete individual if window of opportunity for natural ease is diminished since resilience can allow skills later even, principle is still balance --
very nice, departing combed then could become again
anxiousness about lag is seen in lines but that just shows how we are dependent on help too1
called Carolyn
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omg, nine months is so cute and you still have a lot of time ahead to enjoy, even if it does go by too fast.
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Humm..truly a touching work..and quite natural worded work by a mother bringing the beauty of the life here in this amazing work..well done...
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Flows well and made me think about the passing of time.
A lovely write and full of wisdom. Wonder how you get the time to write!
jjj
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Thank you. I'm only just now getting the time to write a bit more. I think I wrote maybe 6 poems, and started 2 or 3 more, in 9 months. Now I've written about 6 poems in the last week and started 2 more. It's helped my my Joe has been taking care of Daniel a bit more and Daniel has gotten a little more independent. Of course I have also neglected the house a bit while I'm on my writing rampage and the sink is full of dishes right now. The real trick is going to be finding time to respond to all the lovely comments. Patti
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So beautiful and touching. A deeply powerful poem filled with emotions of fearing your child will grow up way too fast, as they do. This is a wonderful keepsake of memories of a moment in time you will always carry with you and remember forever. This was a treasure to read! Thanks for entering & best of luck
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OMG this is so beautiful and so sentimental.I love how you have an exact rhythm within your poem.Please dont stop writing-i really enjoyed this!
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I beg him to hold back a bit
“Don’t rush yourself my son.”
“There’s so much time in front of you
your life’s only just begun.”
awww this is sweet i like how you have made it sound like its a poem to him. this is awsome lol i hope he gose slow so u guys can savor every moment of life togther. keep up the good writes ~brook
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Awww
This is so sweet, and heartfelt and also a little sad.This reminds me of what my mom has always made me promise her and now its a joke, I have to always promise to be "Her baby" no matter how old I get. Promising that to her makes her feel a lot better.I am not a mother but I can tell you that the most important job of being a mom is not only being able to help out and being there for them but, also being able to sit back and watch them grow into what you have taught them to become. You can only do so much before they want to have that freedom. Your son is only 9 months old, he will always be yours forever no matter what. Don't fear loosing that solid grip that you used to have when he was just new born because he looked at you as his mother, his savior his everything.. and that look will always be in his eyes, through the his first day of school, when He wont let you leave his side, through Graduation when he will hug you to let him know you will still help him lead his life, and finally through Marriage where he will truly see all that you did for him, to become the man that he will be. Stay strong you will be o.k. I promise. Great poem Take all this from a kids perspective well actually I am just a Teenager, but I am telling you, that once your a mother you can never loose that Title. Its not just a job its a heroic thing. Keep watching your soon Bloom into a beautiful garden of his life, you ll be surprise how nourishing him will be the best thing for him.
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nice
My Black Heart was just written on a whim. I was bored when I wrote it. This poem u wrote is actually pretty good
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