Upon My Knee

As the wind whispers
softly through the trees
I hear a child's voice
asking me, "Mommy
may I sit upon your knee?"

Full of questions like
the who's and whys,
then I catch a glimpse
of the twinkle in her eye
and the wind whispers
softly through the trees.

Turning her head
to look up at me,
she asks, "What kind of
woman will I turn out to be?"
and she contemplated this
sitting upon my knee.

The laughs and cries of
a child's life gone by,
she stops asking
the who's and whys
and the wind whispers
softly through the trees.

The time went by
so very fast,
and deep down I
knew it would not last.
And now I long for
her upon my knee.

Pondering her hopes
and dreams,
she lovingly looks
back at me.
And the wind whispers
softly through the trees.

She is now fully grown,
with a little one of
her very own
who sits upon her knee.

And a the wind whispers
softly through the trees
I hear a child's voice
asking me,"Grandma
may I sit upon your knee?"

Copyright Janice Pearce
January 12 2007

— Janice Pearce, May 10, 2008

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Critiques

infinite_dwarf

18 years ago

+1

Have not had much experience with the little 'uns, but I did get a chance to hold our baby neice a couple weeks ago. She's already 2 months old now!! They definitely grow up quick. Excellent write, and very fitting tribute. ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"

Janice Pearce

18 years ago

Lynn

Thank you for your kind words and might I add, love "where the hell is the ceiling" You crack me up!

themoonman

18 years ago

Janice..

Happy Mother's Day to you..enjoyed the read.. It is nice being the grandparent, and looking back. Richard

Janice Pearce

18 years ago

Tthank you Richard !

For the Mother's day wish and your comment~Glad you liked it

rider68

18 years ago

Hi Janice

A Brilliant and fitting Tribute, A beautiful read, And your grand children are very lucky, Happy Mothers Day peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~

Janice Pearce

18 years ago

Peter

Thank you so much for your kind words~greatly appreciated

bjp

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Janice,

I have been looking through the kaleidoscope of your poems to find you. I am a fan of the short lined poem, which you often use. Your recent poems are not directly about you. They have that feel of the reading girl, retreating somewhat into the mind's adventures which can be stopped and started with will. But as I look back I see small peeks from under the blankets; shy forays into being known - into the excitement of the give and take of society - but careful careful carefully. This poem speaks of loveliness and silent admissions of fear for loved ones. It speaks to the safe places of today and the uncertainty of tomorrow, which has, in this case, a silver lining. Elsewhere, the odd crutch against fear and insecurity pop out like a tongue stuck out to a passing motorist. And somewhere you promised to poem to me, the reader, an expose of the spirit, which is the thing I shall await and ask for here. This is a good poem. It appeals to the universal in humanity. Brian

Janice Pearce

16 years 9 months ago

Upon My Knee

Thanks for reading this one, and your comment- much appreciated. An interesting analogy professor~lol _____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous