but a heartbeat rhythm
new mother nerves
a nest of love seeds
first smiles and songs
it is an echo of all I ever
dreamed for them
blank slates for stories untold
it is fear of finding fault
in my own good intentions
and the courage to embrace them
it is the cry that subsides
in a swaddle as Luna looks on
stars in eyes and pies in skies
a reminder of the greatest bond
In response to Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub.
We are writing “object poems” that begin with “This is Not a…….”
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A simple chair, or anything, becomes precious when it holds such memories – some fond, yet all a part of one’s journey.
So true. Thanks Ken. 🙂
Oh, all those memories!
Yes, packed into one little place! Thanks Linda.
Such a heartwarminf piece. Nicely done!
Thanks so much. 🙂
Such memories of blank slates and forever bonds! Beautiful.
Thanks, Bev. 🙂
Truly, breathtaking poetry. Thank you.
Aww, thank you for your kind words.
a wonderful ode to motherhood!
There is no right way, the proof is in the adult offspring …
I agree, but always good to reflect. Never too late to change it up.
This is a wonderful choice for the prompt. Rockers are such great furniture pieces. The stories they could tell of late nights rocking the baby… of time so peace and solitude… of creaking joints that sing to us as we rock. I love your poem.
Glad you enjoyed it, Dwight. Sometimes peace and solitude…..sometimes not. 🙂
You are welcome!
A beautiful poem about the best job in the world, Mish!
High five to that, Kim.
The greatest bond indeed. (K)
I believe it is too. Thanks for reading. 🙂
Love how it brought back those memories… the chair probably still holds part of the warmth of motherhood.
I think it may…..though my son thinks it’s a great spot to play video games when he’s here.
I am not a person who cares about things. Yet, I still have my rocking chair. It holds too many happy memories to give up.
Thank you for helping me recall those sweet moments.
wow memories 🙂