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theladyblue
theladyblue
Mar 28, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

*~Londyn~*

I see her peeking out from shy curls
Through the softly strawberry shaded lines
Blue eyes shining with an older wisdom

I see her learn with deliberate grace
Through a constant maze of ordinary stars
She is determined, my dark, capricious angel

I see her quiet moments fail to disclose that
Through the forgotten scenes, she is molded
She is my rainy day, my deepest need, my muse









for my middle child...

— theladyblue, Mar 28, 2009

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Arrow

17 years 2 months ago

The end of this poem struck me as very sad

and I wasn't sure why. Then, I realized- it is a lot to bear: being a rainy day, a muse and a deepest need. Probably that is not what you meant. I thought line 5 was wonderful. I guess when you are a child, basic adult tasks seem as far away as the stars. I remember when choosing my own clothes seemed like the ultimate exercise in power. I hope you will keep these poems for your children. When I got older and knew there wouldn't be much time with my parents, I asked them to keep a journal for me - of things they wanted me to know about them, about us. It was very important to me. How wise and loving of you to start now.
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Morgana Tragic…

17 years 2 months ago

Wow

I totally relate to the child, lady, as I am a middle child. The third verse really hit me. I know that feeling, being so needed yet at times maybe being forgotten. It is tough being stuck between two sometimes needy siblings, but it is always with the delicate knowledge that a mother loves us all equally. Awesome write. Love it! Peace and Love Katie
Rett

Rett

17 years 2 months ago

This is beautiful Emarie

Well written with a quiet beauty suffusing it. Respectfully, Rett: "A Democracy can withstand anything but Democrats." Robert A. Heinlein For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905
theladyblue

theladyblue

17 years 2 months ago

i want to thank you all...

this is the first piece, in a long time, that is truly a part of my soul...i wrote this as i watched her draw on he magnadoodle...lol she is very gifted already...it seems so far my oldest two have a gift drawing...Dane, my oldest, has taken a little more to words as he ages and in that he is like his mother...but Londyn will be two in April and she can now copy almost anything you draw or write... i am very proud of my children as you can tell! thank you all so much...and just to let you know...it was with a note of sadness that this was written...perhaps over that moment that i will never get back...perhaps it is for the future strain that looms...it feels as though it is unavoidable… much love, <3 Emarie @~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@ 'My prayer is a rapture in blue' - The Ink Spots 'My Prayer' 1939
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 2 months ago

Emarie...

what a lovely poetic dedication... after reading it I read the comments and your own ... and then read it again... it really is quite beautiful and our children are the very reason we are here... enjoy the joy! Richard
professor

professor

17 years 2 months ago

Im sure she gets it from somewhere

Emarie. You almost make her sound like a Damien lol but i know she will keep you both on your toes with a more benign form of fairy witchcraft. I sense you sad because you feel you will not always be enough to satisfy all her needs but then that is part of being a parent.....you are not supposed to because you can only give them the loving base upon which to go out and find out how to do so themselves. A hard lesson to learn thats for sure and i can tell you that from experience. Keith PS I think the spelling should be "moulded"