Do you think?
As much as me?
What about?
What is it?
How big is your love?
Do you think?
What can be in your innocent mind?
How do you see the world?
Is it the safe place
So many lucky kids…
…Heaven on Earth
Or is it that other
So many more…
…Hell on Earth
Is it my idea
Of what you think
Or your own?
Something
You might perfectly hide?
Is this paradise?
How much does it please
Your peace?
For you get all you need
And more than you wish
Yes, I give and give
To keep you like this
Pure
And away from those fires
The undesired.
What do you see
When you look at me?
What would it be like
Without me at your side?
Without you
I couldn’t
No way
So, I’d better not
Rather not
Even think about it
Instead
I’ll grasp this moment as the last
And that I fear
And cannot control
Get out of here
Better not think.
My dear...
21 comments:
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem, its superbly lyrical and the simplicity is beautiful :).
The words flow out of you and fill our minds like video. You make me think and I welcome that.
This poem is good, real good!
Secretia
Even mothers can't always mind read! ;-)
are your legs getting tired?
You been running through my mind all day ;)
Is this how a loving mother really thinks? Are these the insecurities and fears she has? I can only imagine, Dulce. And I can only begin to understand why my mother still acts like a mother. You know what I mean? You do. That was such a sweet and tender read, Sweetest! :-)
Nevine
Nothing better than thinking. Well done and a beautiful poem :)
A veces, es mejor dejarse llevar y no pensar. A veces, lo mejor es dar rienda suelta a nuestros impulsos y actuar. Un besazo corazón!!
What a wonderful tribute, for a Mother to "blog" her son. I know many MANY sons who should and who would love to have a mother like you.
For me, when I "think", I do not get anything done. So I seldom think too much any MORE, maybe that is why I am an almost-always happy guy? Well, there might also be other reasons. I'll have to visit Secretia--grin!
Thank you for visiting steveroni, Dulce. I left there a response to your (and others') comment.
Oh how very very sweet...the sweet mind of innocence...*sigh*
Oh, Dulce, I often think the same things... a mother's love and a mother's fears. It's just all par for the course.
A beautiful, heart-warming piece!
As a mother, Dulce...I am speechless...This is a beautiful dedication to your sons and his innocense...
This has my eyes filled with tears. Every mother feels just this way. I used to say when my son and daughter were smaller I cannot wait when you do this and that. NOW I want to protect them again, I hate the loss of control, keeping them from the buring fires. It hurts, truly doesn't it.
I love the photo. Reminds me of my son sitting watching, thinking and all these " mom " why does this, why does that happen, how do they do this? questions.
At a time now when my daughter who just bought their first home will be leaving me, I shed tears of happiness for them but inside I am eating away, knowing I will not see them everyday, make sure they eat right, etc. But I know they are just a car ride away and I am excited for them. THanks for warming my heart this cold morning. LOVE U
YOu are AMAZING.. HUGS
OMG is that you in that PHOTO. HOLY COWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WHERE ME FANNNNNNNNNNNN LOL you are beautiful just beyond words
Beautifully put.
another warming post to a son. i would be lost without mine. my children are my world ...
a beautiful and loving post dear Dulce,
warm smiles,
dear dulce,
simply adorable.
its really interesting, how simple their lives are and that is why they are so much more happy.
yes, yes , yes
So lovely. This poem made me feel safe.I can't really explain that but your love for your child flows out of it.
Your blog today is one I read twice. It makes me so happy to know that we mothers everywhere have these things in common, a forever love for our children. I have two, a boy and a girl, and they are spoiled by my parents who live close by.
I love your blog and especially the photo which accompanies your words.
Hi, Big D,What a write. is it this or is it that? Is there ever an innocent mind? Or do we only grasp fairy dust and wish so, if only our eyes we shut tight enough.
At the end of it, I fear you're right. Better not think on it.
K-we lost the cig, but Inky's right as usual, You are stunning.
~rick
wonderful poem, very thought provoking...the mysteries of another's mind are always enchanting...loved the way the poem moves, reaching towards the conclusion..
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