Sunshine For Breakfast

[Tinker]

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

Here he is with his Dad riding color guard for the Sonoma County Sheriff's Department in the Apple Blossom Parade 1973

[Frank E Gibbard]

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;

[Tinker]

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

[dcmarti1]

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

 

he hadn’t yet mastered

the word “breakfast”.

 

Cute.

[moonqueen]

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.

[Benjamin]

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

[Gatekeeper]

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