Thursday, May 16, 2013

Anchor

I’ve painted you all, darlings
In your favorite, finest things
Caroline my sweet in your dear blue dress
That brings out your eyes
My eyes, my tiny hands
How you begged for that pianoforte, so gravely certain
That your tender life could not endure without it
Of course your father gave in
He never could say no to that charming face
My face, my loving smile
The twins in their waistcoats strong
And proud as a mother could wish
The heart of this family
I think of what you will give
Up to care for your father
My strength, my pride
The men of the house
And Henry, angel
Always begging for a story
At your father’s knee
My writing, my books
You’ve got an exciting life ahead
Of you, a world to explore and take
Your own choices to make
My world, my life

This is how I see you
My darlings, my loves
As fine and perfect as the day I left
Guarding your sweet innocence
From the blistering sun that burns
Within me.
My life, my world, my family, my choice

Inspired by Portrait d'un homme et de ses enfants

Held

Edge of the ocean
Icy waves lick my toes
Seafoam climbing my ankles
Pokes at the fraying cuffs of my trousers
With every step the sticky sludge sucks me closer to earth
My tiny mother
Pristine tea-white sneakers
Delicately laced and double-knotted
Stands her ground in the packed wet sand
A seaward wind lifts and rumples her soft graying shag
The sun glows on her appling cheek, determined
To brighten her graven grimace
as she tells me Sometimes
You just have to give
Up on your dreams

I imagine her untethered
Arms stretched head tipped
Lips parting smile
She delights in the warmth
The breeze
The love of the day
I nod and take her offered hand
She is what I've got