a letter to my son--for now...

I never meant when I came here

for my feet to be set into concrete--

I hope that you will soon come to understand what that means.

I hope that you will be always aware that

when you come to what seems an end

the higher man within your heart demands you

muster whatever means of change you can

to move the world as it sits upon your shoulders

if only to find the relief of a shift in position--

if only to foist gravity to some part of your body

that, though under strain, is not exhausted.

I hope you always know that above all things I am

to you, I want to be an example of these things.

I know that you are intelligent enough to understand

that unspoken contracts between loved ones are never

written in stone, for stones are only made to be broken--


I love you, and I am always your mother,

no matter how far.

◄ upon pondering some of the various conditions which might be judged as normal

bodies in orbit ►


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Tue 2nd Oct 2018 01:16

POV on parenthood past eighteen or so?

@Mark, I don't want to give the impression that I'm waiting for an extended family by setting up homestead, so I'm moving right along. Somehow, I'm sure that tension is one of the few things that brings about change. If it be so, then I wish just a bit for him--just enough.

A hard rain...

John, have you seen her performance in the stead of that Nobel Laureate, Bob?

If you have, I suppose you already know that it's right down to earth and fantastic.

..cleaving to these remnant bits of what is in danger of becoming part of "the old world",


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Tue 2nd Oct 2018 00:28

Thanks, everyone, for reading. I've had an intensely busy weekend that's just now coming to an end, though I hope to reply to your well-thought comments, Mark and John, as soon as I emerge back to the world of words...

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John Marks

Sat 29th Sep 2018 20:47

"Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it"

muster whatever means of change you can

to move the world as it sits upon your shoulders

Yes, Rachel, we ARE all blessed with the gift of life. It has taken me too long to summon the sincere gratitude for this boon which I now feel.


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M.C. Newberry

Fri 28th Sep 2018 22:16

The case for parental love is well put from a particular POV.
It might be said that those who decide to bring children into
the world have a duty to do the best they can to ensure
they are a credit to them and others. Anything more is a
bonus for those personally concerned. No one is able to
choose their parents but parents can and do choose to have
children and exercise huge influence for good or bad over the outcome. I would be curious to see something from
the point of view of offspring in a similar context.

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Fri 28th Sep 2018 14:01

Thank you, kindly, Emer and Jane.

This is one of those things you hope you don't have to say--words can do so much, including overly complicating things.


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Fri 28th Sep 2018 12:33

Heartwarming and profoundly beautiful! Thank you for sharing. Jane๐Ÿ’—

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Emer Ni Chorra

Fri 28th Sep 2018 10:25

Beautiful el Pintor. Well done. ๐Ÿ˜

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Fri 28th Sep 2018 10:02

Oddly enough, Sal, my son may never see this. There are many things that I compartmentalize--a place for everything and everything in its place.

Thanks for commenting. It is quite the reward to be able to open a door, however briefly, for communication.

Big Sal

Fri 28th Sep 2018 03:14

I often try to abstain from writing poetry for my loved ones as I never like giving fodder to my enemies, but on the off occasion that I get around to it and do so, it comes out with more power and strength of emotion than I ever could have hoped - and much more so than the other pieces I put to paper.

I applaud your strength in writing something so personal for a loved one. It's never easy doing so when you know they won't be the only ones reading it. I quite enjoyed the read.


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Fri 28th Sep 2018 01:44

I don't know how to make some things into poetry--still, it seems they need to be said.


--heaven blessed Patti Smith and I know I'm blessed, too, for being able to admit it.

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