tenderness
Posted: June 4th, 2006, 4:19 am
the little curves of his almost hairless globe like skull
glazed like a peach in softness every cell all exploration
wimpering smiling cooing
crying, hardly ever sleeping
stretching like elastic i could feel me
reaching towards your future with protective mother juice
i watched you walk barefoot on glass toward a cow
and remain untouched by harm itself
i was just the motel
you made a choice to be here
i was your mother, you pushed your way out
i struggled to keep you a child far too long
you out grew me
you took your mother and fathers pain
and made movies out of them and won awards
i used to bite my lip
so i would not say anything stupid
so you would keep talking
and you did
you and your brother
fought alot
then you started playing gituar together
and the shouts were into a micro phone
the nieghbors hated us
i did not care
i loved you, as the creation, the creator, and the artists that you have always been to me
being the mother
i forgot that it was not all about me
it was about you
sometimes you call me
and tell me about your new apt
being immersed in your art form
and the baby brother has a beard now
he is a bussiness man that writes well in two languages
i am amazed that all these years have passed
that i will be a grandmother some day
i hope
not too soon
and my petals will fall to the earth
my pollen will start another cycle
from the stars they applaud
love is a beautiful thing
tenderness is what you gave me
glazed like a peach in softness every cell all exploration
wimpering smiling cooing
crying, hardly ever sleeping
stretching like elastic i could feel me
reaching towards your future with protective mother juice
i watched you walk barefoot on glass toward a cow
and remain untouched by harm itself
i was just the motel
you made a choice to be here
i was your mother, you pushed your way out
i struggled to keep you a child far too long
you out grew me
you took your mother and fathers pain
and made movies out of them and won awards
i used to bite my lip
so i would not say anything stupid
so you would keep talking
and you did
you and your brother
fought alot
then you started playing gituar together
and the shouts were into a micro phone
the nieghbors hated us
i did not care
i loved you, as the creation, the creator, and the artists that you have always been to me
being the mother
i forgot that it was not all about me
it was about you
sometimes you call me
and tell me about your new apt
being immersed in your art form
and the baby brother has a beard now
he is a bussiness man that writes well in two languages
i am amazed that all these years have passed
that i will be a grandmother some day
i hope
not too soon
and my petals will fall to the earth
my pollen will start another cycle
from the stars they applaud
love is a beautiful thing
tenderness is what you gave me