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Tinker

Sunshine For Breakfast

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Sunshine for Breakfast

 

He’d wake me

by putting his sunshine face

within a breath of mine

and saying,

”Mom, dinner please.”

he hadn’t yet mastered

the word “breakfast”.

 

His shiny face

with those round brown eyes

that sparkled promise

will remain fresh

in my mind beyond my end.

 

It was only a few short moments

before it matured

into the strong face of a man

fulfilling those promises.

 

But it’s the memory

of that tiny face

that makes my heart leap

out of my breast

and twist inside out.

It was from that face

I discovered

how steel-strong

love can be.

~~
Judi Van Gorder

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Beautifully done Tink, I note you have been doing much of such self/reflective pieces lately and understandably thinking back on a major constituant of your life journey. A mother recalls on the bond and lightening bolt of time's swift progression; sweetly done;

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Thanks Frank, Yesterday was my son's birthday, born on Mother's Day... no greater gift. I'm headed south this morning to visit for a week so the poems will probably stop for a while, I'll be too busy with family... keep the forums going. I'll catch up when I get back.

 

~~Tink

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Touching. Not being a parent, I still loved this line:

 

he hadn’t yet mastered

the word “breakfast”.

 

Cute.

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I have no children, either, by choice. But this is sweet and loving and I immediately thought of a time my four year old niece spent the night with me, in my bed. It brought back a pleasant awakening by a child memory for me, as well.

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Lovely poem Tink: I never thought my heart would twist out of my breast that way again.... until the grandkids came along. B :smile:

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Nicely reminisced. A super-glued image I am sure.

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