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#OCTPOWRIMO: Every day for one month I’ll collect inspiration from here and write/post a poem here. You can too!
PROMPT: “Write a poem about a member of your family.“
You guessed it, this was another hard one for me. 😦 But instead of writing another dark poem about my dad or brother (groan) I found this one, which isn’t dark at all. 🙂
Hurrah! (I hear you shout).
Two younger sisters and my niece, along with their spouses (all of whom are very close) have between them created SEVEN (plus another on the way) kids in FIVE years! This isn’t counting our friends and the rest of the family. Best of all, they are all so very beautiful, clever and loved. I thought I’d celebrate this fertile fact by choosing a poem about one, although it could be about any of the parents/their children.
I wrote a very different version of the poem which follows for my youngest sister’s first child’s (Jordan) christening (now there’s a mouthful) a few years back. I don’t think I ever gave that to her though. I didn’t like it. It sounded contrived, forced. It was difficult to write because, well, I can’t have children of my own, and for this poem I had to explore the role of parent, which hurts. I wrote a message in her card instead.
Anyway, here is it the re-written (today) version. I’m still not hugely happy with it. But it’s better than it was and I do love it’s message.
To Our Son
Our job is to…
Hold on tight to tiny hands
read you stories before bed
keep you safe, make big plans
smell the sweetness of your head.
Mop up your tears of sadness
pick you up when you’re blue,
replace the sad with gladness
so we nurture love in you..
We’ll nurse your runny nose
and laugh at all your jokes
in all we do, show you our love
urging you to live with hope.
We’ll teach you to play football
but scold you when you’re bad.
We’ll clear your path, through it all,
our dearest little lad.
Then, we’ll hate your girlfriends
till the best becomes your wife,
and watch you blessed with child
– you’re own tiny little life.
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