Thursday, June 30, 2011

First Grown

flesh of my flesh
first born
first grown
first gone 
to a far away land

have no say then
no hand of protection
no well thought strategies
of mother knows best

trusting
praying
loving
cheering on 

flourish or fail
crisis or calm
falling or flying
as you will

flesh of my flesh
grown, thriving
living without me
living within me

Come see the wonderful words of poets at One Stop Poetry and sharing for the first time at Books & Culture (A Christian Review).

2 comments:

  1. And mothers must let go, or at least cover it up pretty well. Good pooem, Patricia.

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  2. aw, sounds like you miss her very much. a precious poem from a loving mother's heart. love it.

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