A gentle feeling
inside me,
the tiny flicker
of your hiccups
make me catch my breath.
As I hold you close,
I run my fingers
through your hair,
soft, brown tendrils
fall into perfect curls.
Tears burn my eyes
as you run into your class
on your first day of school,
and I know your independence
will someday take you away.
Now with your own children,
I hope you understand the feelings
that I treasure so much
of being your mother.
A contest entry
- Motherhood Quickie by Beautiful-N-Broken.
500 points, ended May 1, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow this is so good.
I love it alot
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a good poem, a soft sigh of love and memory merging with the here and now to form a proud smile to leisurely walk across the face.
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Amazing As Usual
I love it!!! I cant even begin to imagine my children as adults, theyve become a part of me as children, it tore me apart when I sent Kara off to Pre-K, that day I said 'Okay, Kara goes, but Kevin stays until Kindergarten!!' lol silly I know. But your poem is so amazing!!
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Aww, Mal, it's so great to hear from you. It's hard to believe your darling Kara is off to Pre-K already! Goodness, how quickly they grow. Thank you so much, Sweetie, for your lovely comment on my first poem back.
Love you! 
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Beautiful! Thanks for the entry!
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Thank you. Great contest.
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this is very good it is ture about every one
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Thanks, Sweetie. It's been a long time since I saw you last. Are you married yet? hehehe
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Long time, no post poetry.
I still remember my first day of school, not well but I do. Oddly, it's a sad memory.
I can certainly see the feelings there, how it must feel to watch your child go to school that first day. It's a big change in the child and the mother's life. Then to see the grandchild go...lots of memories there.
Thank you for posting your poem Patricia.
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Yem, Darling, what happened to your cow?????? Thanks for your comment. It's been a long time for me, so I wasn't sure if this would be any good or not. Glad you liked it. Yea, my first day of school was pretty traumatic as well. Goodness, that was a long time ago!
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This poem compresses a generation into a few minutes with images that resonate with me and probably most mothers. My sons will not know that feeling, poor guys! but I hope they will share it with someone.
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Thank you, Dear Margaret. Two of my sons are fathers now, and it seems they have attachments to their children that are very special. Besides, their duty is to make you a grandmother so that you can spoil their children and give them back. hehehe Love you dear, Patricia
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Beautiful poem, sweetie. I was thinking on the same wave length, that intimate time of newborn, then later, when life becomes challenging and even a bit scary, and you long to protect them.
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Thank you, Dear. It's always difficult to let go when we are so frightened for them. No one cares for children like their own mothers, but we can't hold on forever. I do miss my children, but it's nice to have those grand children, too. And aren't they the most wonderful little ones!!! Love you, Sweetie. Patricia
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