I’m on the road, galavanting with my childhood bestie, so here’s a
post I prepared for you. Off prompt.
There's nothing I need more than you, Safe and loved, right here in your bed, I say to my son every night As I bend to switch off the light Not true, he retorts, half asleep And the helm in my throat flip flops Every night he's my little boy, Every morn, he's more of the world I pray the world keeps my boy safe And all who belong to the world Day by day, they outgrow their beds Every sleep they need mothers less May they yet have a place like home Swathed in love, they've learned to impart And life comes to be a safe port For kids whose life weighs more than gold © selma
Thanks so much for reading, and happy national poetry writing month.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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I really like how you’ve equated every night’s sleep with the ever changing and growing of a child into adulthood.
I’m so happy to know you read so closely, dear Sadje. Your words are a blessing always. Thanks dearest. XoXo
You’re most welcome
Growing of a child into adulthood. Nice write up poem.
I’m so happy you got that poem, dear Raj. Bless you. Xoxo
I feel this one! Beautiful writing, Selma. 💞
Aww. How happy to know it touched you, Michele Lee. Blessings.
Thank you, Selma. Have a beautiful week!
My son has grown up, he will be 27 this year. There are days when I remember him as a little boy.
I think we never forget. Never want to forget the time when we learned to care so much for a little human. What a happy journey! I loved that time. Thanks for reading and commenting. Blessing you. XoXo
Selma, What a beautiful expression of Mother’s love! We all need each other’s love at any age, but as your poem teaches us, children also need to forge their independence. 🙂
I had the time of my life with my little ones. All mothers do, I’m sure. It was a splendid learning experience. So happy you liked this one, Cheryl. Happy Sunday to you, my sweet friend.
I love your poem, Selma. I found it so beautiful and relatable. My son is now 43! Nevertheless, I remember what it was like to stand and watch him sleep and having such a profound love for him. Naturally, I felt the same about my beautiful daughter, now 41. I can hardly believe they are so grown up now. I now find myself standing watching my grandchildren sleep with the same amount of love that I had/have for my children. Xx 🥰
I think Mothers are amazing. And raising little ones softens and smoothens rough edges. And let’s the light filter in. Xoxo.
Thanks for reading, dear Ellie. Blessing you.
I feel your words too, Selma. Beautiful, and my son is 27! ❤️
Wasn’t that a privilege, Lauren? I had a blast with raising these boys. And we never forget. Life is beautiful. Thanks for reading dear friend. XoXo
My son is one year away from graduating high school, so this poem resonated quite strong with me. Great poem, Selma!
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Aww. We grow alongside them. Keep enjoying this precious time. Blessings, Yve. XoXo
A very heartfelt poem, Selma. Nicely done.
Thanks, Bill. Thanks for saying that. Blessing you. Xo
🙂
Thank You Selma for a beautiful poem. It took me back to when my child was young! I love the way your words flow! Keep shinning.
Monico, you beautiful human. What a lovely surprise. Your visits are precious, Amiga. I love you my sweet. Regards to the family. Always. And I bless you. Come again, please. Xoxoxoxox
As I watch my children slowly depart home on the daily, this poem really hit close to my heart.
I don’t get much in ways of loving retorts, at the moment, they tend to come more as yells and demands. Ah! The joys of teenage!
Thank you for this journey back in time
XO
Hits me right in my heart! Beautiful poem.
A good sign. There’s a big heart under that beautiful shell.