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Before National Poetry Month is Over

This poem was written a few weeks ago:



Boy, Ten and A Half, April 2009


A new movement

came from you today.

We were in public,

just walking.

I put my arm around your shoulders,

and you

shrugged out of my grasp.

So smooth and quick

like a silvery fish eluding the hook

like a leaf letting go of the tree

or a streak of heat lightning

before the rumble of thunder.

My fleeting pang was replaced by

wry pride.

You are on schedule.

It is time to allow space between us,

and my arms will learn

to leave you alone.

From the day of your birth, this moment was

waiting.

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de_scribes
Apr. 28th, 2008 01:36 pm (UTC)
::sniff::
Nicely done!
I'm living this feeling too.
lkmadigan
Apr. 28th, 2008 01:38 pm (UTC)
It's definitely bittersweet, isn't it?
lisa_schroeder
Apr. 28th, 2008 01:54 pm (UTC)
What? You mean you didn't grab him, hold him down and kiss him on the lips? You're too nice.
;)

Love the poem!
lkmadigan
Apr. 28th, 2008 01:57 pm (UTC)
He still lets me hug him a lot at home.

Thank God!

I need a slow weaning.


susanwrites
Apr. 28th, 2008 02:50 pm (UTC)
oh, yes, sniff sniff.
Beautiful poem capturing that moment between mothers and sons. Sigh. They grow up. They grow a little bit apart. But then they come back.

Thank you for capturing this and sharing it with us.
lkmadigan
Apr. 29th, 2008 02:27 am (UTC)
Thank you, Susan.


robinellen
Apr. 28th, 2008 03:04 pm (UTC)
Now that made me teary-eyed...I guess I'd better start preparing, huh?
lkmadigan
Apr. 29th, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)
Thanks, Robin.

He's still my boy ... but he's growing into his OWN boy, too.


robinellen
Apr. 29th, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
I know some of those silly tests they make kids take showed results that D was learning/responding at a similar level to a 14-year old...and there are days when I can see that. He already wants to be his own person in many ways, but fortunately he's still just a newly six-year old too, who's willing to cuddle with mom and give Eskimo kisses :)

I'm glad your son is a mixture, as well -- makes it easier to let them grow up!
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lkmadigan
Apr. 29th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)
Bittersweet.

:-/
julieswanson
Apr. 29th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC)
I am trying to get used to the same shrugs this spring! He just turned 11. But your poem made me feel better about it, just to remember how normal and "on schedule" that is...
lkmadigan
Apr. 29th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)
Oh, good, I'm glad it made you feel better.

:-)
dampscribbler
Apr. 29th, 2008 04:26 am (UTC)
Oh, you really did make me cry. Lovely, but wrenching.
lkmadigan
Apr. 29th, 2008 01:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you.

:-)
kellyrfineman
Apr. 30th, 2008 03:25 am (UTC)
Heartbreaking, but lovely.

But don't stop reaching out. Some days, he will still want to snuggle, but he won't know how to ask for it. For serious.
lkmadigan
Apr. 30th, 2008 02:29 pm (UTC)
He's still a good cuddler at home.

Last night we sat together in the big red chair, and I read Chapter One of THE TRUE MEANING OF SMEKDAY to him.

I couldn't wait to read the Boov's voice out loud. It was so fun.

(You'll see what I mean when/if you read it. I love it!)


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