My son sleeping
is divine
with breath as tender
as his mind
With heart so soft
inside its shell -
Dear God
may this cage house him well!Jan7
My son sleeping
is divine
with breath as tender
as his mind
With heart so soft
inside its shell -
Dear God
may this cage house him well!
Beautiful poem, Michele. It is comforting to a man to know that his mother prays for him.
Mothers see the sweet boy inside the grown man, and love and want to protect him always. Even if that is no longer physically possible, the heart never stops wishing and worrying – just part of the job I guess!
Yes, a life-long job. And a man wonders who will pray for him when his mother has died.
I suppose that depends on if you believe in an afterlife. The mother child bond is such a strong connection, if anything could stretch across the separation of death, I think that would be it.
Just so precious.
Thank you Brenda
Such an awesomely wonderfully written poem…your heart shines radiantly through every word Michele. I adored it so very much. God bless!
So glad you enjoyed it Wendell! Thanks for reading, and for your always lovely comments.
So lovely and true
Michele, I love how you always seem to blend the beauty and the starkness of life. The beginning reminds us of how peaceful we feel when we look at our babies sleeping, then the reader see’s the word cage in the last line–perhaps a metaphor for some of the obstacles/limitations our children will confront, as we have before them. Your work always pleases and surprises. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks so much Michael, you are a very astute reader! I was wondering if anyone would get the ‘cage’ reference, but its really meaningful to me as I feel very strongly that we are all divine sparks trapped in our limited minds and bodies. Thanks for all your thoughtful comments.
Michele, I loved this meditation on your beautiful son… and on all children,… I experienced another feeling when I read the word cage… it also felt like a protection from “what perils and dangers” in the words of the prayer book – might lie ahead… the imagery reminded me of the curving shell that protests the tortoise…
just another response… which may seem a bit way out….
Not at all Valerie, that was also very much in my mind as I wrote this poem – as you say a cage can protect as we’ll as constrain. If only we could really protect our children, but the human condition necessitates suffering it seems! This awareness of the hearts vulnerability coupled with the knowledge of the perils ahead was really what pushed me to write this poem. So thank you for your insightful comment!
wow, beautiful and haunting. You blend the two with such ease!
Beautiful poem, Michele!
Amen.
This is lovely.