” It’s not just me missing you. Everyone here on my side of the mirror remembers you face and your infectious smile. The friends you had are still your friends. Family too is always here loving you, still rooting for you, wishing you well and wishing you back into our lives.”
© L.D 2015 Love Letters To Our Children
I know my arm is strong
the landscape of it’s breadth has held new life
has cradled the sweetest innocence
and protected a beating heart
I know my arm is strong
the same arm,
clenched tight by an angry fist,
is still strong
My voice is still here
the power of my words to heal and sooth
the joy of song and treasured talk
the chosen silence and the answers
no matter how heavy the hand
to bring down my voice,
my voice is still here
no words can tell
written, spoken, heard,
how you are my heart
my dearest child
that the deepest well within my being
holds your light and memory
and no man
no power, being, or force
shall take you from me
shall shake my grasp
that i will be your mother
that you are my child
and I will always love you.
K.J © 2015 Love Letters To Our Children
“I may not always be with you
But when we’re far apart
Remember you will be with me
Right inside my heart”
― Marc Wambolt, Poems from the Heart
Long ago, child, do you remember still?
When I was a good mother and we made s’mores
You stabbed each marshmallow, dead-center,
Always careful to get it just right, delighting in your skill.
I can still smell those nights, all damp wood and sugar on fire
You couldn’t resist the urge to watch them burn
And hold them, torch-triumphant, in upraised fists of glory
I loved to watch you waving them like power
Your face clenched in victory over the elements of life
A simple bag of sugar can make us into gods
But finally, hungry and ready, you placed your fate into my hands
And asked for golden brown with full faith.
You knew, you knew that I was patient, capable and kind
So I took my time, spinning and spinning over glowing embers
While you watched like it was church, silent and still
And when it was finally perfect like the night
You kept vigil as I slid it so carefully, golden and plump
Between graham cracker and chocolate, slowly like a prayer
And when I delivered it safely into your waiting hands
You knew that it was never just about giving you dessert
~ © L.D 2014 Love Letters To our Children
I remember you last….
Standing at the edge of your crib
Your eyes so bright
Your smile, toothless,
Drool pooling on your chin.
Just like every morning,
I kissed your head,
And lifted your chubby body
From the crib
You snuggled against me
My heart rose in my chest
Like a blazing sun.
I remember running out
Of coffee creamer,
And tipping a bottle of formula
Into my cup.
I remember your hands
Stained with sweet potato baby food,
You drew crazy spirals on your tray,
And I imagined those hands, one day…
Would be an artist, a builder, a teacher
Someone great and important
But always my baby.
You are forever a baby in my memory
I lost custody when you were so young…
The “protective order” did little to protect me,
Because in the end he hurt me
In the worst way possible…
By taking you from me.
In my memory you are still that happy baby,
In reality, you will be graduating from high school.
I have tried to write letters and send gifts
Did you get them?
I have tried to see you,
But was always turned away.
And when he moved away,
I was not given a forwarding address.
But I stayed in our home,
Keeping your room exactly the way you left,
You softie blanket is still folded in your crib
And your starry mobile hangs at the window,
Dust has collected on your tiny clothes,
I did not change a thing…
Hoping one day you would return.
Now, as you graduate from high school,
Do you wonder about me?
Or ask who I am?
I am your Mommy
The first one you smiled at
The one who answered your cries in the night
The one who encouraged your sweet potato artistry
The heart that throbbed when you placed your
Small head against my chest.
I am where you left me,
Standing near your crib,
Awaiting your smile,
Just like every morning.
© E.J. Perth 2015 Love Letters To Our Children
I wrote this for the Protective Mothers who are dealing with the loss of their children during the graduation season; you are in my prayers. xoxo