Child of Mine

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 02 Apr 2012
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Heavy – now, your eyelids seem –
watch those pools of cornflower blue
give up their will to glint and gleam
as the sandman calls to you,
as a silvered moon begins to shine
and the cloak of evening spreads,
the fiery sun has lost its fight
and sinks, golden, in the west.

And as you slumber, long and deep,
place a moth’s kiss on those eyes,
as your gentle breath falls on my cheek
hold your tiny fist in mine...
Just one short week since you arrived,
yet of one thing I am sure,
how glad I am, sweet child of mine
you touched my life with yours.

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Submitted by Highhat on
I think all Mothers can relate to this Tina- it was so gentle- thank you for a delightful read. ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You're welcome, Pia...and thank you;-) Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Tina, this poem brought a tear to my eye, its so loving and tender, the love between a mother and child. I loved those lines:- And as you slumber, long and deep, place a moth's kiss on those eyes, as your gentle breath falls on my cheek hold your tiny fist in mine... I don't think those bonds ever leave, as I'm sure they never will for you. Thankyou for sharing this wonderful poem. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Jenny - how right you are. The umbilical chord may be cut at birth, but that bond never weakens, and in fact, gets even stronger. A bond that defies time, distance, and our mere mortal existence too. Many, many thanks for your inspired words, as always;-) Tina PS I hope you are making the most of any sunshine we have today. Myself, I'm getting my snow boots at the ready;-)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, can't believe we're going to get snow, it's crazy! I'm walking to town today, they've forcast rain, so it's umbrella at the ready. I'll have to dig my wellies out of the shed once again, although at this time of the year, I don't think it will come to much. But I remember you live more out in the country than I do, so I suppose it might be worse for you. I hope it's not though. Well you take care and keep those brilliant poems of yours coming, I do so enjoy reading them. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I quite agree, Jenny. It's totally balmy. Apparently a place in Scotland called Aboyne (or something like that) have a temperature of 24 degrees C. a week ago today, and this morning they had a temperature of one degree above freezing!! Tina;-) PS You take care too, and I hope to read more from 'your diary' very soon;-)

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Lovely piece Tina...I know the feeling - thank goodness. Chris ;)

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many thanks, Chris. Tina:-)xx

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on
Sweetly gentle and a delight to read, as usual. You've captured the bond beautifully. Thanks Tina.

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many thanks, Frances...and it was my pleasure;-) Tina

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
"those pools of cornflower blue" - absolutely love this image, Tina! This has such a beautiful tranquillity to it, like a feather slowly fluttering to the ground :-) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
'A feather slowly fluttering to the ground'...that's beautiful. Thanks, Magic; always the poet that you are;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
I was about to say it but Jenny got there first. Where do you find those words, Tina? A truly lovely poem that touches the heart.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, PT. A lovely comment...it would seem from the heart, so I guess that's your question, answered;-) Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Denzella on
Lovely! Just plain lovely! Only it's not plain , is it? It's love embroidered by your words. Being a fairly new nannie-grandma I remember placing a 'moth's kiss' on my only grandchild's beloved eyes the first time I held him. Thank you for this one, Tina, truly a delightful read! Moya