Help! Love, MOM

Poems are a form of love. 

Yes. Yes they are.  I have great memories of my daughter's delightful, insightful love in haiku, free verse as well as in iambic pentameter.

I first noticed it when Christina was just a little girl, fourth grade, if memory serves, this quiet, remarkable thing: she loved words, and words, it seemed, loved her right back."

Now, from time to time, she'll just, out of the blue send me one or two.  Gotta love poets! And I do, I promise I do.

i remember
i remember
i remember the tight curls
at the back of your head
felt different
than the strong waves
at the front

i remember the weight of your small self
sinking into my side
on a longish car ride
taking you home

and if it had been longer
you would have fallen asleep there
pressed into my side
childish game forgotten in your lap

probably we both would have slept

you're all grown up now
aren't you
but sometimes i wonder
if you remember that car ride too

9/16/24 11:10am rememory at work

I understand that there is guilt
Sometimes
When women go about getting their children
The wrong way
As if
Though they are mothers
By nature and love and habit
They have not earned their place

But if God is sovereign
If He stands outside of time
Living every moment along its length
As here and now
Then I am no surprise
I am no mistake
And you
My mother
Have been mine from the founding of all things

What are your thoughts? I’d love to read a some of YOUR poetry. Please share. Do drop a line, or 3, in the comments!

Blessings, Kimberly