Child:Chilly,I pulled onyour blue sweatshirt.Zipped up, it fit well!I wish I could captureforever your reaction,beaming at me, recognizingyourself in grown-up me,your motherbeaming back at you,wishing this would last.
Late entry for Kerry’s Micro-Poetry prompt in The Garden.
sweetness all wrapped up in this poem
ReplyDeleteLuv the ending, that's why we have memories
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
"... if you want it, here it is Come and get it
ReplyDeleteBut you'd better hurry 'cause it's going fast," Beatles.
Awww, mother and child reunion. Nice.
The kids also change, my advice, full of hope, give them something for warm memories of you two. I remember sitting and talking with my grandmother while Mom was at Grandma's house washing clothes. As a preteen I rember Mom chasing me with a broom, I was laughing as I ran.
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parents live through their children,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the sweet bond pure of all.............
ReplyDeleteIt is such a gift to be able to capture such moments in words. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh I do love this.. to just for a moment see it that way... alas I only see the faint memories of my father in the mirror.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had a photograph of the big knowing smile on his face when I put on his sweatshirt and zipped it up. Priceless!!!
ReplyDeleteWOW!
ReplyDeleteWOW!
ReplyDeleteAll zipped up for the memory, blue and smiles and the mirror of each other.
ReplyDeleteMemories, more transient than sweatshirts. Ah, life...and ah, this!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful moment – well captured.
ReplyDeleteA mother's approval is always given without any thoughts to the contrary! Rightly so Marian!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautiful moment there...
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