We want to give them so much--all the good stuff that we had, but we fear we'll never be able to. Fate might nor let us, or maybe time will be the culprit. It isn't easy being a parent.
I think 8/10's of this is banging, the sort of surprising stuff that makes poetry an art of endless possibility, and then it turns mothery on me where I think you could keep the 8 parts, add another 2 of the same stuff and have something that serves both needs but will be read more often and last longer on a page. Sheeeesh, i really phrase critiques awkwardly. It is nice to find this sort of poetry here though. goodstuff.
What a lovely and gifted mother you are. And both names, remind me of two very special people I once knew. I'm sure they are as indebted to you as you are to them.
Holy Crap Batman....that was so good. To pick a great line would be to pick them all, this was absolutely beautiful and frightening all in the same breath, I too have kids, and I too as I am sure many others feel this way, but I doubt many of us can express it this eloquently....I like.
What lovely words .. 'two daughts gold as grass, bright as August field or sun-burnt sands' - what a perfect way in which to describe your girls .. and yes, your immortality is in them and, endlessly ..
Do we get to choose who we are, or are we limited by where we live, how we grow up, what we do to earn money? My unchosen facts: I'm old, live in the eastern Mid-West US, grew up with a huge chip on m.. more..