I look at you
and I am filled with a longing
to hold you as you were –
the infant in my arms.
it seems that the sun rose
and the sun set overnight
and here you are-
an infant no more-
discovering your world on your own.
And I look at you
I see a man
carving his path in the world
and I am filled with a longing
to hold you as you were –
the infant in my arms.
I look at you
I see what was
and what will be
all at once.
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Have the same feeling with my son!Great words!
Thank you, Caboosemama. I think, we, mothers, are somehow torn between keeping our babies as babies, on the one hand, and setting them free. π If the children can be little for a little longer… π
Just beautiful!
Thank you, Viveka. π
Love the poem and the photo! π
Thanks, Irene. π
Love this shot, Imelda. A little person looking outside at the light and the beauty of the world. Such an apt poem to go along with it. Hope you are well π
Thanks, Mabel. Yes, I am well. Thank you. The rains have come and, even if the days are grey, we are quite happy with it because, at last, the dry spell was broken. π
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I enjoyed both your lovely photo and loving words.
janet
Thanks, Janet. π
Who wouldn’t endorse your words? These are my thoughts every time I sneak a look into those albums whenever I dust the shelves on which they rest.
At a family gathering for my eightieth birthday earlier this year, my granddaughter and other young people spent hours looking through pages of family photographs. Good to know the memories are treasured, and will be in the future.
Thank you for the kind words, Ms. Jenner. Your grandchildren are no different from mine when they look at the albums in their grandparents’ house. Oh! How the children love looking at the photos of their family members when the latter were younger. Sometimes, they beg their grandparents to look at family albums with them. π
Thank you for the kind words, Ms. Jenner. π My children, it seems, are no different from your grandchildren when it comes to looking at old family photos. Whenever we visit my husband’s parents, the children beg their grandparents to look at family photos with them. They are quite thrilled to see and know about the younger versions of their family members. π
Great photo and write up!
Wonderful…and sad…and happy…and that is life. My son was visiting for my birthday last week – and I wish…
I sometimes have similar thoughts about my own children too.
Imelda.. You expressed so wonderfully what most mothers likely feel…. Diane
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very beautiful words, love it
I can relate to this lovely poem…
Be still my momma’s heart…. wonderfully captured Imelda!
awesome poem!
Thanks, Roberta. π