Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Poetry Jam - Babies



Grandmother’s Renewal – A Rictameter

Magic
Born of my blood
Suckled nurtured grown gone
Bound in love to another soul
My arms and hands ache with a mother need
I wait and watch and hope until
Two souls create a child
My ache is gone
Magic




This poem is being shared with the other writers who contribute to Poetry Jam. Thanks go this week to Laurie Kolp for providing us with our theme ... babies. And since Laurie is celebrating a special birth, I suspect she will relate to my humble offering.



10 comments:

  1. Pure magic, the wonder of love brought to life with your words.

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  2. Can only imagine the waiting, without saying anything until that magic bundle appears!

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  3. Your poem struck a chord .. felt it in my heart .. in my soul.

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  4. Ah, I definitely can relate to the specialness of being a grandmother. I enjoyed your write.

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  5. ...they say, the grands weigh more already than the sons & daughters in the heart of a grandpa & grandma...it seems true in your writing today Susan...a lovely offering... made me smile... thanks...

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  6. smiles...new life, new birth...it is def a beautiful kind of magic...and being able to be a part of it...all the more...

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  7. Lovely grandmother magic in this. It is wonderful to be a grandparent.

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  8. It's magic as grandchildren make the grandma go through the process of growing up all over again. Great write Susan!

    Hank

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  9. this has a very mystical quality - loved it.

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  10. So very touching... and yes, I can relate. Thanks, Susan!

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