Impressions

The feel of a child

Out of your eyes

I see tiny reflections

Creating complexions

From your eyes

To your complexion 

I feel your tiny feet

So soft and pure

I touch your tiny fingers

So soft and pure

In my hand

We walk

Impressions

We create

Oceans behold

You create ripples

Of a woman to be

Footprints that grow

As the years flow

Ripples behold footprints

Through time

Reflections of time

As you grow

You don't need my hand anymore

You are a woman

Chasing your dreams

At times you do need my hand

But

We stand on our own

We are confident

We know our way

To know our mother is there

In the back ground

Following your footprints

Helping silently

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

It is so exciting to see you in your children irrespective of their age, mile stones or challenges to grow right. Beautifully penned with excellent flow, I can see how God watches us his reflections and reviewing Bj's poem, take care

[B.J]

thank you so much for your comment

[Linda alexander]

You welcome BJ, take care, happy holiday wishes in advance

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Beautiful, B.J. Children are special and if it's your own children they are even more special. When my first child was born, I cried. It's was stronger than myself, such a wonder, my wife and I had made a new person, a living being, so small and helpeless..you couldn't not love such sweet thing. Now my children are already grown up persons. And still I see the child in them they once were. I think that will never change. I'm moved by your poem. Thank you for sharing. :) Rudi

[B.J]

Thank you so much for your kind review

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

My pleasure, B.J. Have a good day. :) Rudi

[wordman]

this is a beautiful tribute and the theme that you are always there was special

[B.J]

Than you so much for your comment

[Einstein Noodle]

oh! i love this ... i have four children and was at the bedside for all their births .. tiny hands is such a perfect picture you paint .. all but the most callous see potential in an infant (i see that same potential while in the womb) we wonder, we guide, we share, we teach and that marvelous point where just the right amount of rebellion stirs them to there own path without harm is such a bitter sweet moment .. and off they go .. your poem stirs my heart in gratitude that our little family has made it though ... my youngest is 27 :)
E.

[B.J]

Thank you so much, my youngest is 37...She works hard for her family. I have 2 girls

[Einstein Noodle]

God bless you!! :) i have two and two ..
E.

[B.J]

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