January 24, 2012

Firstborn

Baby pure, you were secure
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:

Friko said...

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.

Other Mary said...

I agree with Friko. What a tender write. xx

rel said...

The lessons learned from our own creations cleave them to us for all time.
I love when emotion from the heart writes the poem!
rel

Helen said...

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.

Wander said...

This is so far away from mine that they couldnt be from the planet... oh yeah, it is from venus...

I liked
thanks for coming by!

chiccoreal said...

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~!

Tess Kincaid said...

I remember trying to minimize the howling...seems a lifetime ago...

Brian Miller said...

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...

Carrie Burtt said...

I love....love...love this!!! We learn so much from our children....this is beautiful!

Nicholas V. said...

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 ;-)

Claudia said...

nice and warm write...she indeeds has this careless comfort enveloping her like babies have..nice..