The Work Of A Child

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My fragile
Ladder
Built
So many
Years ago
To help
Me reach
More than
I was able
I’ve saved
The work
Of a child
A weathered
Reminder
That even my
Youngest son
Has now
Grown tall
Easily
Reaching
Attaining
What I
Cannot
He was
Once small
My little boy
Of six
Even then
Striving
To help
Me be stronger
And stretch
Higher
Than it
Seemed ever
I would be able
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Bear … 03.21.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015

Child constructed ladder.  Hanging here for many years. ⓒBearspawprint2014

‘ Child constructed ladder. Hanging here for many years. ⓒBearspawprint2014

Recently some rearranging was done, and the ladder, that Roy made, when he was about six, was moved.  It seems my regard is all that was holding it together.  Fortunately, I took this photo last year.  If I had been warned of the changes to be made, I would have moved it myself, but I was too late.   The symbolic value I see was not visible to another.  I have other mementos of my boys growing, and some others have also been sadly lost. I wish it were possible to preserve some of childhood, but  only the feelings and what has been learned can be carried forward.

Bear … 03.21.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Mère de l’Amour

Mère de l’Amour
pour Esther
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Votre poésie,
Votre amour,
N’est-ce pas un
Placez dans le temps.
Tous les moments
Sont les vôtres.
Tous les temps est le vôtre.
Votre enfant
Est toujours un enfant
Et un adulte,
Indépendant,
Votre bébé.
Vous êtes capturé
Vous êtes libre
Tout de même,
Mère de l’amour.
Votre poésie
Est la Mère
De votre poésie.
Votre enfant
Est la société mère
De votre maternité.
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Bear … 07.03.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Mother of Love
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Your poetry,
Your love,
Is not one
Place in time.
All moments
Are yours.
All time is yours.
Your child
Is a child forever
And an adult,
Independent,
Your baby.
You are captured
You are free
All the same,
Mother in love.
Your poetry
Is the Mother
Of your poetry.
Your child
Is the parent
Of your Motherhood.
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Bear … 07.03.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Mama, Mama

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The children have come.
The children have gone.
What is left?
The night.
The whispers.
Mama, Mama
I love you.
Mama, Mama,
I love you.
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Mama. Mama.
Deep resonate voices
Echo the whispers
Of childhood.
Mama, I love you.
The children have come.
The children have gone.
Mama, Mama,
I love you.
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It is night.
I will always
Hear the whispers.
Mama, Mama,
I have a secret.
Mama, Mama,
I love you.
Mama, Mama,
Mama, Mama.
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Bear … o5.11.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Aga-Elisi tsugasawodv

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Dear Grandmother of All Grandmothers
Please redirect the poisoned life arrows into
Our own willing Mother’s hearts.
Make of our suffering a child shield.
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Would that we could take the anguish
Of our children into ourselves.
Yet, perhaps it is done.
Mother’s lament of expiation amplified.
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These salty tears the briny deltas
Of our love and flooded dreams,
These wails, our sorrowing mother cries
harmonic dissonance in our cyclonic howl.
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Cry out the All Mother dirge.
The voiced all pain together
Mother anguish yowl song
The perfect pitch of loss.
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Bear … 08.26.2013
Aga-Elisi tsugasawodv
Old-Grandmother crying
ⓒBearspawprint 2013
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