your poems Beccy are as earthy and heartfelt as they are indexical; varying in reference with the individual speaker I, here, now. Never those other worldly observations or of mystical
alien touching. But a person in a room, in a bed, next to you, smiling back, absorbed in a
book of wizards but not identifying as one, incurious but curious, then posing as the picture
of the coming man.
Ah to watch your child unaware and then to share that moment when they look up and smile at you. Those moments are poetry in themselves. There is much depth of emotion in this poem and you tell it with feather light softness. It's truly touching.
So much maternal love in this poem! I could picture my son....who is now an adult....when he was a little boy. Those smiles are worth a million dollars! Beautifully written. Lydi**
Wow, this is really something special. Love how you have captured the scene...and how his smile contained more words than any book ever could. So so beautiful and deeply romantic. Loved it!
your poems Beccy are as earthy and heartfelt as they are indexical; varying in reference with the individual speaker I, here, now. Never those other worldly observations or of mystical
alien touching. But a person in a room, in a bed, next to you, smiling back, absorbed in a
book of wizards but not identifying as one, incurious but curious, then posing as the picture
of the coming man.
Eyes Forward please now class pay attention in other people minds and crazy books about wizards and spells. Come back to reality and live a little. Love the read.
Well executed and undeniably touching piece, heartfelt without descending into treacly sticky-sweetness. It's so easy to do a piece in this vein so very wrong, but this is absolutely spot-on.
I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..