My heart is safe in the quiet moments,
when my memory swells with the sweet fruit
of remembered triumphs, not even my own.
The first day my son climbed a tree,
he looked up and laughed at the sky.
Another day, I found a love note in my sock drawer,
penned by my tiny second boy, “i luv yuo Moma!”
When my knees failed to do as I pleased,
my daughter offered me a hug, complete
with damp kisses scented with hot chocolate.
After a surgery, lost in circles of pain,
my growing-up boys made a week of dinners,
fragrant salads awash in salmon and spices.
Before my daughter leaves for school, she tells me,
“I’ll hold you in my heart all day, and I’ll always love you.”
My aunt finds four-leafed clovers every spring,
and I find love hidden in the smallest thing.
My heart is full of wild strawberry sweetness,
a mashed jam of moments like these.
Note: This poem was inspired by a poem by Jane Yolen, emailed to my mailbox. What a blessing to a poet is correspondence with other poets. I hope your day is showered with the sweet fruit of your most delicious memories.
A poem full of smiles!
Today my son called me after an exam. He said he finished early & thought that he’d call me before heading to lunch.
He’s away at college. And – I miss him being away. So- the call made my day!
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Aww, what a sweetie he is. You are one lucky mom.
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My heart is full of wild strawberry sweetness….
well, somehow I do know that about you, my dear…
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Aww, Luanne, I know yours is, too!
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Brenda, sorry you had so much pain. I mentioned on late summer posts concern but never realized it would hurt so much.
Your children were wonderful and I hope your husband pitched in, too. The hugs and words of your young daughter were touching. I am so glad you wrote this out so you may show the kids later should they forget. The salmon salad prepared by son (s) was very special, too. ♡
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My kids were stand up boys. They worried a lot, but they came through just fine. 🙂
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Aahhh, what a gorgeous poem Brenda, made my day reading this!!♥ You have such a lovely family, reminds me a lot of my own and memories of mum and dad and all our ups and downs and how we pulled together to keep us going at the worst times. Your boys cooking meals is excellent, the best thing you can teach a boy is how to cook and clean. I can remember my brother being partially responsible at 14 for turning on the heat on the prepared vegetables and cold casserole in the fridge when my mum was still at work preparing food for others. Our house depended on her job, her work literally kept the roof over our heads, and my dads work paid for everything else. And he looked after me too, until mum got home – he still does!!! 😀 By the time he was 18 he could confidently cook a meal, and had no problem helping round the house after my mum got rheumatoid arthritis.
These times are stressful, but so much more bearable when everyone is of the same mindset. And how adorable your daughters hug must have been – with damp kisses of hot chocolate. I would love to have seen that!!! 😀 And I can just imagine that laughing little boy looking to the sky as he climbed the tree. Absolutely love that line!! Are those apples on the tree?
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Those are crab apples. We all have our crabby times. 😉
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Oh, and I meant to say how precious your family sounds. No family is perfect or has it easy. We all struggle together and need each other to stay safe and sane. I’m so happy for you that you have them. My cousin has rheumatoid arthritis, and it is terrible. I’m sad for your mum. Hugs to you!
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Wow! Great memories to relate.
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Thanks, Toni. I still find love notes tucked into nooks and crannies. They make me smile. XOXO
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Reblogged this on Lost Dudeist Astrology.
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Your life is sweet, like you!
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🙂 What a nice thing to say. We try hard to be kind and loving. And reduce the negative and hurt feelings. XOXO
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Child’s love is pure… They love their momma’s!
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They do indeed. I hope to be worthy of it. Hugs!
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this poem brought so many memories for me… thanks…
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I’m so happy it did. 🙂
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A beautifully inspired poem… Children are such a blessing, .. Wishing you a wonderful weekend also my friend… Sue
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Thanks, Sue! XOXO
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