Will I remember it,
this life we have now
moments in a day
long passed.
When I measured them
against a doorjamb
with pencil, a ruler
and pink measuring tape.
Each rushing to be
the first one
Me First! No, Me!
But, it's MY turn.
When I said it was not quite
time for me to say good-bye and
she said she wanted to hug me
just because she wanted to.
When I overheard their battle
he shouting, I'm leaving
and she said, filled with hope
To Africa!?
The many nights of losing sleep
because he came into our room
yet once, after a night out
gasping, Mom, you're home!
The push and pull of asking
for help or NOT
Mommy, will you tie this in a bow
...I can do it MYSELF!
Seeing the metamorphosis from
tentative to self-confident
painstakingly slow...and
then like quicksilver.
Stepping on train tracks
strewn carelessly
across the floor, out the door
and to his imagined beyond.
Her small hand tucked in mine
so soft, so very soft
the tiny fingers growing
bigger every day.
The way he threw his arms
around his swimming teacher
topped off with a kiss
upon her shoulder.
Pretending to fly with them
running and flinging ourselves
upon the couch, tummy first
muscles screaming, yet worth it.
The cadence of her voice
filling the room
as she "reads" aloud
for her own pleasure.
His blessing at dinner
thanking God for us
for his grandparents
and the homeless woman.
The hours they spent
in make-believe lives
playing together and
needing no one else.
Will I remember sitting here
on the edge of his bed
small, overturned shoes
cradling my tired feet.
A boy not yet ready
for me to leave
him alone, eyes closed
to his unknown dreams.
A girl attuned to his every sound
lying in her bed, across from his
deep breaths stirring in the dark.
They are my children, these two
one a boy, on his way to five
and a girl almost four
two of them, ten months apart...
Will I remember it,
this life we have now
Oh Yes! in every fiber,
every cell, of my being.
this life we have now
moments in a day
long passed.
When I measured them
against a doorjamb
with pencil, a ruler
and pink measuring tape.
Each rushing to be
the first one
Me First! No, Me!
But, it's MY turn.
When I said it was not quite
time for me to say good-bye and
she said she wanted to hug me
just because she wanted to.
When I overheard their battle
he shouting, I'm leaving
and she said, filled with hope
To Africa!?
The many nights of losing sleep
because he came into our room
yet once, after a night out
gasping, Mom, you're home!
The push and pull of asking
for help or NOT
Mommy, will you tie this in a bow
...I can do it MYSELF!
Seeing the metamorphosis from
tentative to self-confident
painstakingly slow...and
then like quicksilver.
Stepping on train tracks
strewn carelessly
across the floor, out the door
and to his imagined beyond.
Her small hand tucked in mine
so soft, so very soft
the tiny fingers growing
bigger every day.
The way he threw his arms
around his swimming teacher
topped off with a kiss
upon her shoulder.
Pretending to fly with them
running and flinging ourselves
upon the couch, tummy first
muscles screaming, yet worth it.
The cadence of her voice
filling the room
as she "reads" aloud
for her own pleasure.
His blessing at dinner
thanking God for us
for his grandparents
and the homeless woman.
The hours they spent
in make-believe lives
playing together and
needing no one else.
Will I remember sitting here
on the edge of his bed
small, overturned shoes
cradling my tired feet.
A boy not yet ready
for me to leave
him alone, eyes closed
to his unknown dreams.
A girl attuned to his every sound
lying in her bed, across from his
deep breaths stirring in the dark.
They are my children, these two
one a boy, on his way to five
and a girl almost four
two of them, ten months apart...
Will I remember it,
this life we have now
Oh Yes! in every fiber,
every cell, of my being.
by JCK
Happy Mother's Day!
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Read JCK on the Huffington Post.
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Will I remember it - a Poem by JCK - 6/8/2008
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Read JCK on the Huffington Post.
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Will I remember it - a Poem by JCK - 6/8/2008
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great poem and a very cute pic.
ReplyDeleteOh, so sweet and touching, Jennifer, words and picture. Happy Mother's Day to you...
ReplyDeleteLove this! Happy Mother's Day!
ReplyDeleteYes, you will. I guarantee it.
ReplyDeleteJust perfect for Mother's Day.