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How beautiful to resemble
what comes through us to be—
marvelous how it carries us.
what comes through us to be—
marvelous how it carries us.
Beautiful how we grow toward
their freedom, their air, their own legs—
watch them feed, play, wash and move on.
their freedom, their air, their own legs—
watch them feed, play, wash and move on.
Watch me wash and feed and join them
in play that shapes and tempers them
before setting them loose to thrive.
in play that shapes and tempers them
before setting them loose to thrive.
Loosen the frame so we can play,
make mistakes, get dirty, and grow—
so we can romp toward the source.
make mistakes, get dirty, and grow—
so we can romp toward the source.
Watch me wash and feed and join in
with fearless play, pad and pen, and
butterflies and dandelions.
with fearless play, pad and pen, and
butterflies and dandelions.
Beautiful how it carries us
what we build from inside of us—
what comes through us to be.
what we build from inside of us—
what comes through us to be.
for Sunday Muse # 107, an ekphrastic prompt
(For those of us without children, think of what we create . . . .)
(For those of us without children, think of what we create . . . .)
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© 2020 Susan L. Chast
It is a marvelous journey to carry our young and partake in the daily life that leads them on their own. This is absolutely lovely Susan! Those last two lines are glorious!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful uplifting words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeletePenned perfectly for Mother's Day .....
ReplyDeleteI love the play that tempers them, then sets them free to thrive.
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ReplyDeleteLoosen the frame so we can play,
make mistakes, get dirty, and grow—
so we can romp toward the source.”
A childhood for all. Beautiful, Susan.