– 49 – poetry Monday

Yesterday was mother’s day here in the UK and this poem seem rather fitting to the occasion.

I love watching my children… when they were little I wasted days simply ‘watching them’… marvelling at the fact that they didn’t exist until I made them… do you know what I mean?  They always seemed like a miracle.  (Right now there are times it’s a miracle they’re still alive, but that’s a conversation for another day!)

I still do love watching them, which is probably why I don’t REALLY mind living through 15 hockey matches in 8 days or freezing my feet on a cold rugby sideline.. (ask me at the end of the  soon to start cricket season though and you might get a different answer..).

Also… don’t tell them.  When they’re 6’2″ and got a razor for Christmas… it sounds a little bit creepy.

 

The light gatherer (Carol Ann Duffy)

When you were small, your cupped palms
each held a candleworth under the skin, enough light to begin,
and as you grew,
light gathered in you, two clear raindrops
in your eyes,
warm pearls, shy,
in the lobes of your ears, even always
the light of a smile after your tears.
Your kissed feet glowed in my one hand,
or I’d enter a room to see the corner you played in
lit like a stage set,
the crown of your bowed head spotlit.
When language came, it glittered like a river,
silver, clever with fish,
and you slept
with the whole moon held in your arms for a night light
where I knelt watching.
Light gatherer. You fell from a star
into my lap, the soft lamp at the bedside
mirrored in you,
and now you shine like a snowgirl,
a buttercup under a chin, the wide blue yonder
you squeal at and fly in,
like a jewelled cave,
turquoise and diamond and gold, opening out
at the end of a tunnnel of years. 

 

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