Mother and Child Poem – The Child

The Child is a mother and child poem, a reflection on growing up and letting go, all the while weaving a web of love and support.

The Child – Mother and Child Poem

Here the child buries
 his face in Mothers woven scarf.
 The sobbing ebbs to the warmth of her skin,
 the child's breath bends and blends 
 
with her lullaby and hot cocoa. 
 The gush of blood jetting from the child's knee
 lacerated in a fall from a stolen bicycle 
 a dare too pricey,
 she understands.
 
Sometimes a child even a lovely one must
 breach the ocean to touch the shore beyond
 without a vessel, anchor, port. 
 
Here Mother loves the child.
 Here Mother loves her bold child and rotten apples
 matter little among threads of gold
 weaving a blanket no wind, hail, snow
 will ever cut. 
 
Many times, giggles and stories and kisses
 thicken the cloth big enough to span the ocean
 and time. She knows her child will forget her
 
someday soon when ready to steal a car, plane, rocket
 without out fear of gashing a knee.
 The child's face won't slide onto her scarf
 gliding on a salty trail of mud and sopping.
 But grown limbs and sharp thoughts will foil
 
the oyster and hug fish below the horizons
 along the jagged edge of the worked up ocean
 far, far away from Mother's arms
 with nothing but a blanket and a lullaby. 

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