love,
born in a small child,
a calm six years young,
holding an infant with
tiny toes, heavy head,
hungry, trusting, growing,
years of pranks, laughing,
go fish, crazy eights, war,
careening around gardens,
jello with mini marshmallows,
badminton, horseshoes,
swimming on hot days,
light shining through
cracks in my heart
never forgetting,
love.
Copyright 2025 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: We never forget the infants and small children who come into our lives and depend on us, even if our time with them is brief. Even if we’re children ourselves at the time. The bond lasts. Siblings, cousins, neighbors, friends, nieces, nephews. Our own children. I wanted to remember one of the many people I’ve been privileged to love in this world. I hope you have happy memories, too, of a moment when you were another person’s whole world. No matter how short, it was precious.
The photograph is the Rochester NY Memorial Art Gallery. Worth a visit if you’re nearby.
17 thoughts on “Remembering love”
Leave a reply to willowdot21 Cancel reply
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Friendly Fairy Tales 
Wow. Yes. Love is our highest priority.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Every kind of love matters.
LikeLike
Lovely tribute to babies we have known and loved.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Gigi. It’s a hard blow to lose someone you cared for when they were just a baby.
LikeLike
It is. My son died, so I understand completely.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hugs.
LikeLike
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful 💜💜💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. 💙
LikeLike
This is so beautiful Brenda 💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Willowdot!
LikeLiked by 1 person
A pleasure Brenda 💕💕💕
LikeLike
❤ what a lovely tribute to these sweet little babes, and you've picked the perfect memories
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you, my friend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s beautiful, Brenda!
LikeLiked by 1 person