Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A mama's poem about her boy...


finding a different boy

i sat and watched you
yesterday, do something
that you couldn't do
this time last year.

finding a different boy
whose time had come,
eyes and body following
where he was led.

your attention riveted
on the choir teacher
feet on floor, and hands
moving in cadenced time.

being still is not
your nature, you
of moving limbs
in perpetual motion.

there was a moment...
the tempting bait of
a hand drum, and
the hunger to bang it.

once, you looked over
to see me watching
and smiled, proud
i could see you shine.

your sweet voice rose
in scales and song
inside a cohort, happy
to have you there.

i felt the mama tears
just on the edge
yet I held them in my
breast, so you could fly.



By JCK


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JCK is participating in NaBloPoMo, (30 posts in 30 days), for the month of November.


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4 comments:

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Every boy needs a little bit of wild in him--and it sounds like your guy has that!

slow panic said...

i love when they fly

yogurt said...

oh those mama tears. why do I always forget to pack my tissues when I go to my kids' events?

Jen said...

Beautiful, JCK! I have a boy whose limbs need to be in perpetual motion also. Does it get better as they get older? I'm guessing they will always be more comfortable in motion, but I hope mine can at least stand (somewhat) comfortably in a line at some point. I want to take him to Disney World someday.

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