Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Month of Poetry #29: For my baby, starting school

the youngest of three
the brightest kiss of summer
ever-open rose

dressed and shod for school
carrying fire in her belly
ready for all things

through the door she charges
a glimmering of lightness
stepping proud and firm

I’m ready, Mama!
but I’m not, sweet lastborn child
not to let you go

 the future is here
see it in her open face
her prancing delight

my baby at school
inexorably empty
my nest lies folorn.

- Kathy, 29/1/14

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