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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

My Love






The pigeons ate seeds and bread crumbs
in Trafalgar square.
The trail we left behind while bronze lions
stood witness and guarded us,
as I sheltered you from the storms in our life.
Nelson's statue overlooking the square winked at me
as I watched him with admiration.
Life not a rehearsal  grandma said,
we took in the moment as we inhaled our breath.
I stood in a dark place,
unwilling to surrender.
Fearless when it came to me,
afraid when it came to you.
London poetic in spirit,
as we listened with our hearts,
wide and open.
I wanted to live for you, my child.
Move the earth and the clouds for you.
Heal you with love,
lift you with laughter.
I hope you remember
for it was long ago,
I carry it all in my heart.





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79 comments:

  1. Sure the feeling still resides, nice one!

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  2. smiles...this just leaves me with all kinds of warm feelings...little moments shared, hopes and dreams of what is to be, the desire to keep a child safe and the tension between that and living life...loved it ayala

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  3. I felt, through your words, a child being protected under the umbrella of her grandmother. Well done Ayala.

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    1. I wrote this for my son...the reference to grandma was about my mom..she believed in living the moment.

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  4. i love the blending of the city with the love for a child...the shared moments, the wanting to keep them safe and let them fly..beautiful and def. felt..

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    1. Thank you, Claudia. The desire to keep them safe always remains....

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  5. There's that warm fuzzy feeling I get when I read your work. You have such a natural way of expressing, a true joy to read your work, always! Your final seven lines steal my breath and pause my heart. Wonderful!

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    1. Thank you, Natasha. I appreciate your thoughts here.

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  6. Lovely. There is so much to fear in a big city, but also much to enjoy too. I love how you protect but are not too protective that you don't allow the child to share in the magic of your surroundings. There is a lot of sadness in this, between the lines.

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    1. Thank you, Bren. Well observed there is sadness between the lines...

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  7. London love and bread crumbs. I feel like I just stepped off the curb in the city.

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  8. I admire the way you've linked the two protectors here: Nelson and you. You extract from the legend the sense of heroism that levels itself in everyday duty. And with the usual style and grace. Very nicely done.

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    1. Thank you, Steve. I love your thoughts on this :)

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  9. Beautiful, Ayala! I can feel the LOVE! ♥

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  10. A soothing and warm feeling ~ beautiful share Ayala ~

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  11. "Paris, is always a good idea" said Sabrina. But I agree with you London and its memories, its poetries, its destinies we carry forever in our heart. Who can deny its power. London, for me far more than Rome, is the eternal city. It is the Capital of my language.

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    1. London was my dad's favorite place and it is one of mine :)

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  12. This poem is filled with love and light, and the last line leavens it with just that pinch of sadness that makes it real. Loved it, ayala.

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  13. Your poetry is always filled with beauty that makes the soul feel warmed. This is no exception. Lovely :)

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    1. Thank you, Lori. :) So happy you are back :)

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  14. So personal, so poignant. Beautifully written, Ayala.

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  15. i love this, it really touched my heart. such precious moments, memories, life.

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    1. Thank you, Kelly. Precious memories indeed. :)

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  16. You are always so loving in your poetry...I don't know quite how you combine this today with London...but it works! Love it! Brava!

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    1. Thank you, Jackie. Kind of you to say....

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  17. This made me cry, I love what Steve said about you connecting Nelson, emotional gold.

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  18. Very emotional, you always tug at the heart!

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  19. A very moving testament to the overwhelming feelings of protection and love we project onto our children. Fine job.

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  20. Emotional & heartfelt- all the things poetry should be. Attaching memory and significance to times and places- and in this case associating it with the feelings of love and protection towards a child....powerfully put & I enjoyed.

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  21. a mother's love definitely shines through this one. beautiful!

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  22. I love the use of your specific memory to connect us to the broader strokes of maternal love. I can see myself if a million different places...watching them, participating with them, and filled up with all the hopes and fears that come with the role. This took me right to that place - the inside place where it's all stored...such a good piece!

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    1. Thank you, Adrienne...so moved that it took you there..a mother's love, there is nothing like it. :)

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  23. Your poems always take me on a voyage. This one brings me to both a physical and an emotional place. Wonderful piece.

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  24. this is bursting with affection. moving heaven and clouds, listen with hearts... gimme shelter, i love it.

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  25. You share a sadness of memory that harbors so much joy of the moment. Memory can embody that joy once again, in such words as these to singbthe hour and awe that never wither away.

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  26. Nice write Ayala! Glad I stopped in

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  27. The Trafalgar Sq pigeons have always conjured a mystic around them. When we were there the kids just love to have them perched on the heads and shoulders. We were taken aback when someone in the crowd warned of diseases carrying birds when our kids were proudly having them perched on their heads. It was a danger that became a reality when the H1N1 bird flu epidemic happened sometime ago. I dread to think how close we were.

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank. I appreciate you sharing your experience you had. I imagine how nervous you were when you found out about the bird flu.

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  28. Very poignant and emotional piece. I remember visiting Trafalgar Square. I can see why the place brings forth such emotion.

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  29. Nice. It sounds like it was a fantastic day etched in your memory.

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    1. It is a fantastic day etched in my memory :)

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  30. Wonderful & touching.

    r.m. @ newviewfromhere.wordpress.com

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  31. Sweet memory Ayala. :)

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  32. This is warm and touching, I loved it. Life is certainly no rehearsal (grandmas have such wisdom :).

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  33. What a moment you captured of travel and love. I love London and really enjoyed this.

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    1. Thank you, Lauren. London was my dad's favorite place :)

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  34. Oh! I wish I wrote that!!! Wonderful Ayala.

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    1. Thank you, Mary. Sweet of you to say.... :)

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  35. A mother's fond remembering -- so lovely, Ayala.

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  36. this is a lovely ode to a mother's heart... perfect for mother's day.

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