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Ink Dragon
Jan 25, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Little warrior

To my son, not quite so little now

 

There you stand tall and proud

Well, as tall as you can

You still look like a chubby cherub to me

Especially with your blonde hair worn like that

 

I named you for a warrior

And you live up to your name

You fight bravely and valiantly

And I am not allowed to shield you from harm

 

I will give you a better shield

Than my own body, frail now in comparison

I will give you a mightier sword

Than my own words, powerless in comparison

 

I will show you a greater love

Than my own imperfect one

I will rechristen you warrior of the light

And hope you will live up to it

 

“A warrior of the light knows fear

A warrior of the light knows triumph

A warrior of the light knows hate

A warrior of the light knows love

 

But he also knows when to fight…”

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Race_9togo

Race_9togo

17 years 3 months ago

This is good

Think I'm gonna have to find out about Coelho! One thing... "And hope you will live up to it" I would have used "know" instead of hope, thinking of how sure I would be of my own sons, but that's just me. Respectfully, Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
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Ink Dragon

17 years 3 months ago

Jim,

I think it´s the same kind of "hope" you expressed under your poem..."know" would be a little too much perhaps, but I´ll think about it. Thanks for the read, my friend, ~Nina P.S. Do check out Coelho, please. "Veronica decides to die" is a good place to start with him, but his books are all worth reading.
Proprietress of Crimson Hearts

Proprietress o…

17 years 3 months ago

your son...

is all you say and more!,you know how I adore him, both your children. they are lucky to have such a wonderful, loving, cool mom, not all children do, a mother, whose love is not as imperfect as she thinks... deine Kata ps: I adore that book! and you chose the perfect quote from it!
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 3 months ago

Little Warrior

Nina I know this is to your son but to me it is ...... How did you know that this is Me. As I to offer this to someone too. But not to a son of course But all mothers do want to protect their children and want to shield them from all harm but then you see them grow and and so does the shield. Electricblue
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Ink Dragon

17 years 3 months ago

Maggie,

yes, it´s not only a mother´s love that makes us feel like this, all kinds of love do that. And it´s dreadfully hard to stand there and let the beloved person fight their own battles... Thank you for the read, my friend, ~Nina
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Quillsvein1

17 years 3 months ago

this is

deeply affecting, and i mean that--poems of strong affection to another individual person have a bad habit of falling dead on me when i read them from another person's point of view, but not with your work. you've got something here! GB
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Ink Dragon

17 years 3 months ago

GB

I don´t know what to say, apart from: Thank you! Yours, Nina
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Ink Dragon

17 years 2 months ago

Hi Amartya,

my son has recently started secondary school. Apart from that, he looks after his pets, reads a lot ("Ink Blood" now), draws picture upon picture and practises Judo. And he plays the guitar and the piano. Mothers are a pain in the bum to their own children, but most mothers mean well. (Like I or my own mother, for instance.) What is your mother like? As for my writing: I write as well as I can...But sometimes I myself think that a piece is perfect, and others criticize things I would never have considered, and then, there are some poems that I feel are incomplete or have some flaws, but nobody criticizes them... Mysterious ways of writing and reading... Yours, ~Nina
greeneyes

greeneyes

16 years 9 months ago

just as touching

i have one daughter and four sons. My eldest son just turned seventeen,nolonger a child,almost a man.seems just yesterday i was a teenage mother holding this beautiful little baby boy in my arms. I loved him so then, as i do him and all my children now. Once again you tugged at my heart.
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Ink Dragon

16 years 9 months ago

green eyes,

I have a son and a daughter, both just on the verge of puberty, growing up, growing too big for my arms to hold them... I am trying to let them go with confidence and love, and yet... it feels like yesterday that they were small babies depending on my arms to hold them, too... Yours, ~Nina