What I want you to know
is you were born
with all that you will need
to survive this life:
independence,
loyalty to those
who've earned your trust,
the ability to love
with your whole being
eyes closed, face lifted.
My weed child -
you grow and thrive
with abandon.
Brave dandelion girl,
never questioning your right
to seize what you need;
your gifts -
laughter
heart
imagination.
You unpack the fear
I have carried
stone heavy in my heart;
to journey with you
I've discovered
my wholeness resting
quietly,
a seed
awaiting
this very moment
to sprout.
Together
let us take over
this field
carpeting it in yellow,
proclaiming our
courage to be
true.
is you were born
with all that you will need
to survive this life:
independence,
loyalty to those
who've earned your trust,
the ability to love
with your whole being
eyes closed, face lifted.
My weed child -
you grow and thrive
with abandon.
Brave dandelion girl,
never questioning your right
to seize what you need;
your gifts -
laughter
heart
imagination.
You unpack the fear
I have carried
stone heavy in my heart;
to journey with you
I've discovered
my wholeness resting
quietly,
a seed
awaiting
this very moment
to sprout.
Together
let us take over
this field
carpeting it in yellow,
proclaiming our
courage to be
true.
oh this made me cry - the deep love the beauty and the image of the dandelion feild... such a loving energ to put out in the world
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful,Lis!Hope you know how blessed we all are to have you let loose your feral poet self. . .
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yay for feral poetry....;) it's really the only way to do it...:D
xoxo
You so touched my heart this morning . . . beautiful words from the heart!
ReplyDeleteDonna
oh sigh! so incredible! feral poet indeed self, perfect angela!
ReplyDeleteYou unpack the fear
ReplyDeleteI have carried
stone heavy in my heart;
to journey with you
I've discovered
my wholeness resting
quietly,
a seed
awaiting
this very moment
to sprout.
I was filled with such a huge feeling of love for my own daughter when I read these words. You have the knack to write with raw truth and razor sharp insight. Your expression is so honest and real and yet so well crafted. I have to claim you as one of my teachers.
Oh ma, that's just beautiful! *wipes tear from eye*
ReplyDeleteBtw, I have a giveaway over at mine if you're interested:
http://createdwithlove.typepad.com/created-with-love/2011/05/giveaway.html
Just beautiful!
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful tribute to your daughter. you are both so lucky to have each other.
ReplyDeleteMy all-time favorite shot of you and cowgirl is the one you posted at the end of this entry. And you are one brave chica to put yourself forward like this in poetry. As parents, we want so much for our children but I think you put it so eloquently by saying what we really, really (deep down in our heart of hearts) want is for them to recognize all the wonderfulness that comes with them being them. "We" come from a generation where we weren't necessarily raised to appreciate our strengths and our gifts and individuality wasn't likely nurtured. I like to think that this generation being raised, and I will qualify this by saying especially the children being raised by "older" parents are so treated to see in themselves all you have written in your poem. If that makes any sense at all. Thanks so much for sharing this, it is poignant and comes from your center and there is no better poetry than that.
ReplyDeleteOh wow. So very lovely. Such love displayed in so many beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteCowgirl is so lucky to have such a wonderful and caring Mom! Your poetry is full of love and support -- she will really treasure this when she is older. XOXO
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ReplyDeleteThis brought me to tears...just tears...the words you chose, the way you set it up, the photos...this is love at it's best. This is love with true and warmth and truth ...just beautiful Lis!
ReplyDeleteLis, I'm waiting for a book with your poems...
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