At last – Moving! (IP)

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 02 Jun 2015
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17 comments
 

He wriggled and squirmed,
he kicked as he yearned
to reach for that thing over there!
He stretched and he pushed,
he flexed as he wished
to change his position from here.

Maybe swim on his tum,
maybe shuffle on bum,
maybe heave on the chair ‘til he stand.
Maybe press up and roll,
or knee-shift to crawl,
maybe walk as he holds on a hand.

But somehow it comes –
he toddles and runs:
his mother so thrilled he’s begun –
soon watchful and weary,
concerned, tired, teary –
‘I have to make boundaries, my son!’

[IP: moving]

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

lovely- great rhythm too!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Insert. And for the cherries. It was fun remembering and getting this together! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Fantastic, Rhiannon.  A wonderful take on the I.P.  I remember so well what elation I felt when my eldest moved inside me for the first time ever.  I was living with my much loved mother-in-law,  and  hubby was at work at Battersea Power Station.   Such excitement.  We were both only nineteen, and I'd love to go back there again., if  I only could.

Thank you for evoking such precious memories for me, Rhiannon, and that toddler stage, so very true.  Boundaries need to be set then, i.e. stairs, electrical appliances, plugs, etc. etc.  

Well done on the more then deserved cherries.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Tina. Yes, I could have started with movement in general as form early pregnancy, but went for the stretching to reach, the parent and child joy at success, and the eventual need for boundaries! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Funny we long for them to move and progress and then wish they were still a babe in arms. Lovely poem.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, AE. Yes, partly because of the new responsibilites and new labours! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I understand completely

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

This is a lovely poem about a baby progressing thruogh those early stages. Beautifully done.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. Glad you thought so. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

A period of time that we hardly remember, but you did it so well Rhiannonw. Like the way it's written and the details.

T.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Tibi, glad you enjoyed. Though having watched four children, and grandchildren and others I've known or helped, it's the picture of my oldest son (now 43!) that particularly sticks in my mind, as he started 'swimming' on the carpet very young, and then heaving to stand, but for a long time wouldn't let go of furniture! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

I enjoyed this Rhiannonw. Those moments are so brief, and stressful in a way that it's difficult to remember them clearly and when you try to recall them it can make you feel sad. You have described baby's first movements so joyfully here.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you very much, Jane. I'm glad you enjoyed and felt I'd got it right! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Nicely done Rhiannon, you have expressed the feelings of every parent and grandparents. It evokes memories of long ago with my own daughters and now going through in similar fashion with my grandson.

Luigi x

P.S. Truly deserving of the cherries.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks very much, Luigi. It was one of those little ones that came together with such fun, once I got the idea, and as you say, the memories clicked in, wanting to be caught and written down! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Loved this poem Rhiannon. Those first steps are so exciting and it's amazing how suddenly it can happen. I remember with my son, he just suddenly pulled himself up on the settee and out of the blue walked across the room as if he'd been doing it for years. 

So many pleasurable memories.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you for so much reading and appreciation, Jenny.

My husband always said one of our children first let go and walked in temper – didn't really know what he was doing! Rhiannon