She stands at the precipice
and looks down
The hole is deep
Dark
Unknown
It's unnatural
Things shouldn't be that deep
that dark
or that unknown
But here it is
Proof that some things are
She can't help but wonder
what is at the bottom
Sometimes she comes to the edge
to sit and rest
With her feet dangling
she imagines what
it would feel like
to tumble
over
the
edge
Who knows?
Maybe it's better
there
One day
she'll find out
But not today
Today
she will continue
to sit at the edge
and peer into the
deep
dark
void
Today
she will simply wonder
what it would be like
to finally relax her grip
that keeps her
firmly planted
at the top
Would it be like flying?
Or merely
falling?
For now
she continues
to sit
Alone.
The world moves around her
as she cries
invisible tears
They must be invisible
she thinks
No one ever sees them.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Babies
Ben says
Babies are cute and cuddly
And people like to snuggle them
Then he asks
Mommy, why wasn't I ever a baby?
I tell him that he was
He says he knows he wasn't
Because he was never cute and cuddly
And no one ever snuggled him
So he must not have ever been a baby
And with no baby pictures of my boy
How can I prove him wrong?
Babies are cute and cuddly
And people like to snuggle them
Then he asks
Mommy, why wasn't I ever a baby?
I tell him that he was
He says he knows he wasn't
Because he was never cute and cuddly
And no one ever snuggled him
So he must not have ever been a baby
And with no baby pictures of my boy
How can I prove him wrong?
Cacophany
the roar is deafeningto my ears
as I try to find
a place of quiet
the noise continues
on and on
until it becomes
the norm
there is a sudden lull
and I panic
because my ears
aren't used to the silence
I ask what happened
to the cacophony
then I remember:
the kids went to bed
as I try to find
a place of quiet
the noise continues
on and on
until it becomes
the norm
there is a sudden lull
and I panic
because my ears
aren't used to the silence
I ask what happened
to the cacophony
then I remember:
the kids went to bed
Quietly Breaking
Sweet babe of mine
Turned sour
The sins of the father evident
Still you are mine
I remember the soft baby skin
And your toothless smile
And laughing eyes
Those memories sustain me
During troubled times
Of adolescent angst
If only I could go back
For one more cuddle
One more lullaby
One more bedtime story
Instead I can only look on
As your baby skin sprouts manly growth
Your once sweet mouth spits angry words
And your laughing eyes turn cold
My heart quietly breaks
There must be an easier way
To break free of me
Than to break my heart
But this is the way you have chosen
Or maybe it's the only way you know
So I'll keep loving you
Trying to determine the right distance
Close enough to catch you when you fall
But far enough
So that you feel the freedom you crave
Sweet babe of mine
Turned sour
The sins of the father evident
The love of the mother infinite
Turned sour
The sins of the father evident
Still you are mine
I remember the soft baby skin
And your toothless smile
And laughing eyes
Those memories sustain me
During troubled times
Of adolescent angst
If only I could go back
For one more cuddle
One more lullaby
One more bedtime story
Instead I can only look on
As your baby skin sprouts manly growth
Your once sweet mouth spits angry words
And your laughing eyes turn cold
My heart quietly breaks
There must be an easier way
To break free of me
Than to break my heart
But this is the way you have chosen
Or maybe it's the only way you know
So I'll keep loving you
Trying to determine the right distance
Close enough to catch you when you fall
But far enough
So that you feel the freedom you crave
Sweet babe of mine
Turned sour
The sins of the father evident
The love of the mother infinite
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