Wrapped up in terry towelling
Knees to your chest, I tried my best
To minimise the howling
My little girl, in mummy's world
And so, a babe myself
Nervously discovering
What lay upon the shelf
Both educated, and berated
Tried and tested, too
No other baby taught me
All the things I learned with you
Now scarce the hugs and hearty tugs
Regress to being young
Wrapped up in terry towelling
Soaking up the tears that stung
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11 comments:
Whenever you write about your babies, whether tiny or grown, your great love for them comes through.
They are very lucky to have you for a mum.
I agree with Friko. What a tender write. xx
The lessons learned from our own creations cleave them to us for all time.
I love when emotion from the heart writes the poem!
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I was also terribly young with scant parenting skill when my firstborn arrived ... He is 51 now ~ and continues to teach me. This is a beautiful poem.
This is so far away from mine that they couldnt be from the planet... oh yeah, it is from venus...
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Dear Helena: Mother and daughter and "Firstborn" wisdom here! Exactly what I thought about when I first saw the prompt as a mommy too, understand this always protective nuturing nature of moms. Thank-you~!
I remember trying to minimize the howling...seems a lifetime ago...
it sucks to see any of our kids in pain or whatever might make that howling...
on a side note since we are talking children...i was writing poetry with mine tonight...
I love....love...love this!!! We learn so much from our children....this is beautiful!
Beautiful. You made the image reminiscent of Anne Geddes, something completely lost on me when I looked upon it, which made my mind turn to violent thoughts! Hmmm, maybe I need therapy ;-)
nice and warm write...she indeeds has this careless comfort enveloping her like babies have..nice..
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