Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, July 15, 2018

His Landscape


His fingers play with
my jingle-jangle bracelets.
Wood beads from India,
Chinese coins my friends and I wear,
an eye encased in gold to ward
off evil spirits,
Buddha with a turquoise bead 
and a ladybug. 
He touches them gently
feeling each one,
knowing them the way 
he knows my lullabies.
The way he knows my voice,
when we dream about the moon and the stars.
When I move away he stretches
to find me in his sleep,
to find the curve of my waist,
where I held his father long ago.
I listen to his breath,
his presence fills my soul.
I dream big dreams for him.
I build memories,
they echo the laughter we share.
A landscape he can remember
and carry in his heart,
the way I carry him in my being.

69 comments:

  1. Such a deep bond, Ayala....what a wonderful journey you will make together. Such joy! A tender love.

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  2. Perfect! And a well expressed heart full of love.
    ZQ

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  3. Calling my mom in 3...2...1...

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  4. Creating that bond will be forever lasting indeed.

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  5. A poem full of love on both sides.

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  6. Lucky you! This is so touching and so wonderful!

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  7. This is priceless & filled with love. Isn't it wonderful to be a grandmother?

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  8. There is a deep connection here, may it always be so Ayala!

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  9. Sadly, these bonds don't always last. For you and your family, I hope you never know the pain of separation, as it cuts deep into one's soul. This, I talk from personal experience with my mom.

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  10. This should be called 'A Mum's Lullaby..or prayer'- beautiful! :)

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  11. So that is what it is like, that is what the touching is for, and to touch and carry the voice like a bead, like a body, is a magnificent image, even better for ringing true!

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  12. I was deeply touched by your write! You are very lucky. One never knows what the future will bring. Best to be present in this moment, and be aware of the magic.

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  13. This is beautifully poignant! Your love shines through 💖💖

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  14. knowing them the way
    he knows my lullabies.
    - beautifully written!

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  15. Luv the "building of memories"

    much love...

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  16. How very beautiful! I have not had grand-babies; you make me know this warm experience a little.

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  17. Always giving happiness: sweet babies

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  18. This is so touching--gave me the chills.

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  19. What a wonderful moment... I hope your beads and charms weave a lovely spell for him to grow in.

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  20. I enjoyed the sounds in your poem, Ayala: the jingle-jangle bracelets, wooden beads and coins, I can imagine they keep the little guy entertained, and, of course, your lullabies and laughter. You've created a beautiful feeling of closeness and warmth.

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  21. What a wonderful picture of love you have painted. The words you used conveyed so much more than there mere dictionary definitions would warrant.

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  22. Some confusion for me as to the time, after he has grown or as a toddler, or both--the father from /long ago/ left me searching for more back story and connections. I lost my mother when she was 39. Your sweet maternal poetics hits my center heart.

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    1. Thank you, Glenn. Sorry for your loss.
      This is about my 18 month grandson.

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  23. The aching love in this is almost physical. It's wonderful.

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  24. This is so good!!! I love sweetheart baby-moment poetry. :)

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  25. Nice last lines about the landscape both of you can carry.

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  26. where I held his father long ago.
    I listen to his breath,
    his presence fills my soul.
    I dream big dreams for him.

    One would want great things for a grand-baby more than what one provided for a son!

    Hank

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  27. Oh, this is beautiful. The tactile sense of belonging is so well narrated in your words. Tender, sweet and heartwarming.
    -HA

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  28. Beautiful moment of intense awareness of the present that has somehow woven through it the past and the future as well...

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  30. So beautiful, Ayala. I especially love your closing lines.

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  31. A beautifully rendered piece, filled with tender evocations.

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  32. This is a beautiful rendering of family closeness.

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  33. What an incredibly beautiful poem of a mother's love.

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  34. Tender and lovingly emotional...beautiful write

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