All for the Last Time #poetry #cancer #photography

 

While he is living all his firsts

steps that rockforth  and tumble

words that jumble into Da and Ma

terrible two tempers that rumble

colored flecks in baby eyes

I’ll never know where his future lies

I will be living my lasts

springtime  never been greener

revealing the bulbs with my gardening rake

easter eggs treasures my grandson and I hunt

blowing out the last candles on my cake

placing the last pictures from my past

I will be parting with too few goodbyes

laying my walking friend away

wanting one more dawn to see love in your eyes

so many words I need to say

friends to enjoy hug’s last memory

it’s the last time in my rocker I’ll  cry

walking stick

 

This poem was tearfully begotten after hearing that a young woman (of 19) with a toddler is losing her mother to cancer. There is something so poignant about breathing your last sea salt day and never having time to take pictures of your grandchildren.

 

 

Como se dice? #dpchallenge #poetry #children

child's hand

 

How do you say… “shoe”?

Zapato

naturally we both point at our feet

under the table

the four-year old and me

*

How do you say… “smile”?

Sonrisa

the white teeth in upturned lips

fill the boy’s small face

a giggle slips

*

¿Como se dice… “hug”?

Abrazo

little arms reach up

wrap around my neck

as I bend in half

*

How do you say…It’s been a bit too long?

since I’ve felt little boy hugs

akin to puppy dog tails

 wagging with happy energy

*

¿Como se dice… “content”?

Estar Contento

blue-gray eyes radiate a glow

knowing that one moment spent with a child

causes my invisible tail to wag

there’s really no translation

for that!

The DP writing Challenge today is Back to Life. What revives you after a hard week, long flight, tough situation???

A big abrazo to Gideon for his smiles

Photography: Moondust Designs  ~ 2013