MOTHER & CHILD // MARY CASSATT

SON OF MINE
>My darling, my son, so gorgeous,
So perfect in every sense.
My deepest love evolves,
Surrounds your aura
With your sweet laughter.
>On your smile and presence
I depend to keep on
With the weight of life,
Which only makes sense
Since the day you were born:
That’s RELIANCE...
>Wanna hug you and kiss you
All day long.
When you cry my broken heart
Develops into painful pieces…
Fortunately, my spirit gets peace
Every time I see you.
>Certainly, I could not
Live without You, my Dear.
No matter how I try-
Words are vain to define this:
That’s UNUTTERABLE...
.
>This connection is even harmful.
Motherhood is not a state,
Not a way of living,
It’s beyond nature,
Beyond the ‘never ending land’,
It overflows all bounds, all wisdom,
The infinite and vast space:
That’s BIZARRE...
>Spoilt?
Who could help it?
My angel, my bravest and delicate
Little Man
Oh honey!
Moan more, demand more
Make me angry
So as not to worship you so much
So as to deal with my own life
A bit more
And so you with yours:
That’s FONDNESS, ADORATION, PASSION...
That’s LOVE…

© Dulce Rosales
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Mary Stevenson Cassatt (May 22, 1844 – June 14, 1926) was an American painter and printmaker. She lived much of her adult life in France, where she first befriended Edgar Degas and later exhibited among the Impressionists.
Cassatt often created images of the social and private lives of women, with particular emphasis on the intimate bonds between mothers and children.
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