Wednesday, May 26, 2010

New year new Beginnings

“From small beginnings come great things.”

Proverb quotes

New Year, new beginnings

The dawn waits
Blushing scarlet before she steps
Scarlet skirts spilling
Over cool blue mountain crests
Breathless she arrives
Slipping in your window
Your face awash with light and life…
Love wells up in a rush
Spilling from my eyes
Shh…they’re happy tears…

Just yesterday, or maybe the day before
I cupped that fuzzy head of yours
In the palm of one hand
As that first drooly smile bubbled up
And I lost my mind for you…
Now you’re grown
Dreaming of your own
That doe eyed Jewish girl
So high, can you see the curve of the earth
Reflected in her eyes
Does she make your heart race, child?
I’ll hold that first smile for you
Give her the rest but this one is mine…
Its just too much
Hush…these happy tears…

Never thought I could love like I love you
Like Diana I got an heir and a spare
Your banshee brother
The terminus of endless screaming nights
How far away they are
Hair like a lion,
Skinny jeans and a fedora,
You’ve never been mine
Oh God, these ragged tears…
I lost my heart on you
An addict craving your arms around me
Without asking
I can’t get enough
The pretty girls, they smile shy
When you aren’t looking
You’ll break their hearts
But this ache is mine.

You stir in your sleep
As I whisper these prayers
Your lives on the wing
Send you off into your future
Don’t wake them yet, these happy tears…
Give them your best
But this moment…is mine.
TL Boehm

© 2010

Wow. That one got me....the husband is in the kitchen, slicing onions...perhaps I could still mask my inane bawling if I went out there and commandeered the knife. Or not.

This morning I rose in time to see this amazing scarlet sky in the east, framed by my boys bedroom window. Suffice it to say, they're still kinda cute when they're asleep. I kept that image when I dropped by SP (poetry group) to check out the challenge...and as I sat here, I don't know. I guess its maternal hormones. Family dynamics have always intrigued me. And I have always known that my time with my boy kids is limited. If I am successful as a parent - they will reach that point of independence. I can't be Britain and gun for them...I will have to let go. And it will suck...

On a lighter note. I'm back at Examiner again after a self imposed if you want to read some "Christian" here - otherwise...peace.

Go hug 'em if you got em.

1 comment:

Ien in the Kootenays said...

Very moving poem. Sniffle. I blogged about that topic recently. It hasn't made it to blogger yet, am translplanting from Multiply.