11.05.2012

beyond compare

I squeeze you closer,
breathing “I love you sugar”
into your impossibly fine
still-little-girl hair.
Like every other morning,
I have insufficient words
to describe my love for you,
but persist in writing poems,
trying again to get it right.
Your hands have grown,
so I can’t compare you to the rain.
Your breath is sour, unlike a flower,
and you laugh the uproarious,
unrestrained peal of youth.
Still, I could eat you for breakfast.

For my daughter, poem #5 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans

It was E. E. Cummings who compared hands to rain, in somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond.

9 comments:

  1. Yes, love the cummings, and I love this. You write so well about motherhood, it brings tears to the eyes.

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  2. Oh she is so adorable. I remember when my youngest was her size - impossibly adorable, and every day growing, growing, growing...you want them to stay little. What a lovely family you have, so much love. Sigh. It does my heart good.

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  3. so sweet! love the laugh - I could completely hear that in my head as I read that :)

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  4. Ideal. Love of mother for child. So hard to capture. You almost do it!

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  5. "Like every other morning,
    I have insufficient words
    to describe my love for you,
    but persist in writing poems,
    trying again to get it right."

    And sugar for breakfast. I never knew what that felt like! Thanks for your poem.

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  6. What a gift you give to her <3
    Blessings!

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  7. written like a mother truly in love. well, a mother truly in love who is also a lick ass writer!

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  8. lick ass writer??? NO ONE'S EVER CALLED ME THAT BEFORE!

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