I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU BY K J ( POETRY)/ Love Letters To Our Children

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU BY K J ( POETRY)

I know my arm is strong
the landscape of it’s breadth has held new life
has cradled the sweetest innocence
and protected a beating heart
I know my arm is strong
the same arm,
clenched tight by an angry fist,
is still strong

My voice is still here
the power of my words to heal and sooth
the joy of song and treasured talk
the chosen silence and the answers
no matter how heavy the hand
to bring down my voice,
my voice is still here

The heart
no words can tell
written, spoken, heard,
how you are my heart
my dearest child
that the deepest well within my being
holds your light and memory
always,
always,
and no man
no woman
no power, being, or force
shall take you from me
shall shake my grasp
of hope
that i will be your mother
that you are my child
and I will always love you.

K.J © 2015 Love Letters To Our Children

Mommy Loves You More than I can Say, Mijo by Endurovet (Poetry)/ Love Letters To Our Children

My heart hiccuped

as I gently opened your bedroom door

& beheld you sleeping

in the same position I had left you in 4 hrs ago…

Were you alright?

Just sleeping soundly,

finally “like a teenager”

even as I puzzled over how you COULD sleep

with the vacuum running downstairs…

I admired your long lean limbs,

the full curve of your sweet lips gently parted,

your tousled hair.

You took my hand & squeezed it

for a long tender moment

as you stretched into consciousness –

that meant the world to me.

I now understand those Victorian poets,

waxing rhapsodic about the merest touch,

feasting my eyes upon you on this,

our last day together for a while.

Mommy loves you more than I can say, mijo.

Endurovet © 2015 Love Letters To Our Children

 Categories: A Protective Mother's Love Letter To Her Child, PoetryTags: a mother's love, children, DV By Pr

CRUMBS/ Love Letters To Our Children

© L.D 2014 Love Letters To Our Children
You come to me in memories,
All outstretched arms and sticky smiles
Laughing carelessly, free and sure
Explaining to me in that way you do
Just how things really work in the world,
Stunningly accurate for one so small
Already certain you have something to say
And I listen as I used to do, enraptured,
Thinking about the miracles we are
How making a child seems so simple
Until you see it happen for yourself
How you were once a pink wrinkled thing
Born screaming with hunger and fury
Not even a little bit afraid to live out loud
Demanding everything now now now
How I was putty in your hands
And you shaped me into mother
Letting all the pieces not fitting the image
Fall to the floor like crumbs
Like memories