Dear Baby O
The car has stopped.
We’re home.
We probably should get out.
I unbuckle you instead.
I grab you under your resting arms
and haul you over onto my chest.
Lie with me for just a minute baby.
Mamma’s not rushing anywhere.
Let me straddle my lips on the bridge of your nose
and snuggle my face against the buds of your blooming cheeks.
Let me smell your ears and the nape of your neck
and soak up your fleeting days of babyhood.
Oh, it’s too painfully sweet.
The dance of sun and moon tick too fast.
It was just dawn but now, it’s dusk.
The hours inching you away and out of my grasp.
So lie with me for one more minute baby.
Mamma’s not rushing anywhere.
Let me hold you closer than yesterday
and feel the weight of your body in my arms.
I’ll stroke your forehead until you wake
and sing the tune that calms your thought.
I’ll run my fingertips through those whitewashed locks
and kiss you at least a thousand more times.
Lie with me one more minute baby.
Mamma’s not going anywhere.
Let’s just be still.
We don’t have to say anything.
Just one more minute baby.
You and me.
I didn’t know I was married to a poet! That is incredible xxz
Cherish these moments all you can.
For time once passed will not recall,
Store in your senses that smell so sweet
That perfume only much loved babies can secrete,
For very soon it will be gone,
And a muddy tear stained face will beg for kisses
And those kisses you will rain on him,
And once more you will hold him close
And remember always those times so dear.
Thanks hun! Hah Hah yes a Poet and now you know it!!! :)))
Thank-you Janet – I love your poetic response…muddy tear stained face – I think of Will after a rugby match or something of the like.Xxx
Just too beautiful Loo. Hold onto those words tight and remember why,
as time goes by in a wink of an eye.
Now’s your chance to teach Jeremy to appreciate poetry. Start with the first verse of Poe’s ‘The Bells’ – to me it is the most perfect example of onomatopoeia in the English language : Read it out loud it’s marvellous
The Bells – Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
As you read it you can hear the bells – what a wonderful words is ‘tintinnabulation’ and see the sleigh sliding over the snow – wonderful Poet and Author.! There is such a wonderful wealth of poetry to enjoy – I love it!
Heres a lovely one you wrote for baby me, mom
When first I saw you
A crumpled form with face
So reminiscent of a mouse
You greeted me not, though
I had known you these past months
Known every movement of your new found limbs
Your waking moments and your times of peace
You knew me not but gazed at me with sightless eyes
And tiny fingers grasped the air and caught it not
But you have grown a burbling, bubbling bundle
So full of life’s delights
A bumbling, falling , crying child with smile to stir
And move the very soul
A golden boy with eyes the colour of earth’s own antiquity
Which sparkle at the sight of me and unknown?
Objects promising adventure, and much much more.
And in repose, an angel
Your look of innocence belies the naughty twinkle
in your eyes
Your restful limbs make mock of dancing, bouncing
Jumping joys
And sleeping body takes it’s rest to once again
Resume the task of living life.
Absolutely love that poem your mom wrote about you!!! We should print and frame it!! Maybe we should have a wall of poetry in our house. What a treat that would be.