Dandelion

My son, motherhood, what we have all seen, or in some cases what you're feeling or have felt

Dandelions

My son is growing like a dandelion,
Not a weed,
He’s not yet fourteen and towers over me.
I wonder what kind of man he will be.

Over night, the dandelion transforms from
The color of a lemon, to the color of light,
Like the stars in the heavens shining brightly.
Color does not matter,
It’s the weight of it all,
The invisible mysterious force of nature,

They can drift away, light as a feather,
so we must be gentle, and handle with care.
Just a breath or a breeze can blow it from the security of its
foundation,
Off the righteous path,
Lost forever, pulled like a magnetic field,
instinctively, away…
Too soon.
I prayer not my son.
Not your son.

But we are all dandelions in the beginning,
So we must remember,
it’s like a cosmic storm stirring,
in our body, in our minds,
Akin to lightning crashing.

The genes, that let us learn and grow.
The curiosity, things we want to know,
Confused by desire.
This endless ring of hot burning fire,

And as a teen, this awakening builds up even higher,
Like a tidal wave it towers,
Creating fear and doubts,
Spreading insecurities around.
Seeking control on a rocky shoal,
And sometimes blame.

The boundless, limitless energy is contained,
 waiting impatiently for the exact moment,
To fly,
but we must carefully guide,
this incredible force
To find its place and thrive.

To lead with compassion and praise,
Because one day he will go,
into this mad world,
Full of enthusiasm
And fear seeking freedom,
And acceptance.

I hope I will be there to see…..

 

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a touching write filled with maternal love. My son is my one and only and even though he has two daughters of his own now, he will always be my baby.....they fly away, but they take part of us with them and we are always their mothers! Beautifully written. Lydi**

[Confuser]

We started over-daughters 32 & 30 and he turned 14 yesterday. I just re-read and would make many changes. But I wrote it quickly-was thinking about him growing up; and you know.......... Thank you so much Lydia. I love your writing.

[Lydia Shutter]

:) and I yours!

[Confuser]

Y/W................................................................................

[Adam Whitworth]

Thats good to read, just keep em coming like that and you don't have to worry about fancy terms like enjambment.
I do appreciate this one, now Im off to read more of your poems ;)

[Fran Marie]

My three babes grown and gone...it happens so fast..where do the years go..but then the grandchildren come to bring joy fill the void...children are what life is all about ..your poem speaks a mother's love..well done...

[Alfred Kukitz]

I can hear your heart singing the joys and sorrows of your child's coming days.

[MsJewel]

As a mother, I can relate to your words...Our children grow up so quickly and we can only hope that we have given them the life skills to thrive - these lovely little dandelions.

Beautiful poetry written from what I can tell is a beautiful heart!

:) Julie

[Confuser]

Julie, so kind of you. I really appreciate it. I do believe that's the nicest compliment I have ever heard; even though; from what I can tell. I think I do; my children do and we do love them so.

[Sanjh]

Superb, and then you say you are just a starter. This is a great piece of poetry and art. You are great when it comes to explain a relationship. I enjoyed it alot. This poetry describes the worries of a mother perfectly...
Well done...:)

[Confuser]

The first poem I wrote was Paper Heart, when I joined this writerscafe. Being a Mother, it's difficult to find time to write down thoughts. But I did and am trying. I love to read. Anyway, glad you like it. Oh, how Mothers' love their sons.

[Sanjh]

Yes, I can understand that. Being a mother is the toughest job in the world. It's great that you are able to write after taking care of all your responsibilities.
Keep up the good work...:)

[David Scott]

My son is 17... I understand this write well.
You did a wonderful job penning the emotions you assume he feels and the emotions you project from your experience. Ah... then there is the reality. Somewhere, floating like an unseen aura, is the reality of our situations...
Yes, there can be a melancholy at times. I think this is an emotion most parents go through. I do. Still, I want my emotions to be empowering when it comes to my children. So, I choose a different meaning for myself. The last line, tells me the poetry is unfinished in your mind. Your son is not a solitary creature and is not going to be lonely, (unless he chooses to be).
He is most likely a dandelion of remarkable beauty who somehow stands out a unique and special gathered in t a field of other seemingly similar flowers... etc... You can see my meaning here about empowering the reality we choose.
Now, for me, the poetry does capture the truth of a parent's fears and doubts well. I think you did a remarkable job showing the fragility of the heart of a parent at times. We need to see this and know we are not alone in our fears or "melancholy".
You did a great job with your comparison and exploration of the experience of raising a son. Forgive my philosophical musings...

[Confuser]

I really enjoyed reading this. Wow, 17, that's "the age" and I am reminded of my wedding photos w/o any feelings at all. I was always independent, my son is like me in many ways, but much smarter. He's REALLY smart. You are interesting. I am new to writing, but I think it's good for me. We have a small family, so the thought that he would ever need anything and have friend/family there is scarey. I know it will be alright. And if there's something I am familiar with it is over analyzing - maybe it's OCD or ADD or ACDC- you do not offend. Thank you. If you use f/b, let me know. I'm not on there often. Anyway, Guten Tag!

[Confuser]

There's a lot of computer language, instructions above; don't know what I did. I hope it disappears.

[Confuser]

I came back because of a review; read YOUR review and it's better than the writing. I saw many changes. Wrote this quickly and I'm new, but your advise is greatly appreciated. Aura, great word, hmmm.....

[Workvio]

This piece of your heart penned to page stirs thoughts in my heart & mind which some might conclude have nothing to do at all with your message, yet I do see what I see locked away within your words ... Your heart paints the picture of a loving a mother who has given birth and wants no more from this life than to see the child she has brought into this world grow, learn, laugh, and experience life with good health, good friends, good times, and this all peacefully, pleasantly, and without the all piercing thorns and entangling vines that would threatened to stunt his growth, or literally choke out and end his life ... Am I on track thus far? ... If so, your beautiful hopes, dreams, aspirations, for your son are the same that any man has for his sons or his daughters ... Or should I say, any decent man ... In an age when women's rights (not knocking them) is fighting for equality amongst a world ruled and dominated by men, it is ever too often forgotten that it is the man who creates life in the womb ... The woman possesses all the necessary ingredients to launch a new life into this world, but it is the man who possesses the launch codes ... Sadly, to me, this fight for rights has stripped women of their lady-ness and ladylike-ness while actually giving men more rights than they, themselves, ever had before ... In better times past a man did not have the right to be with a woman and impregnate her, and then leave her to struggle on her own. In that better past, a man had to shoulder up the responsibility for his actions, and if not a vindictive father or relative would visit retribution upon him ... Not all things about the past were good, but sadly in seeking rights for women we have thrown out the baby with the bath water, rendering both men and women as irresponsible parties in so many tragic and UN-needed abortions ... It is a joy to see women who have children, and do not see that investment as lost time or a burden, but a blessing as I see you do ... Lastly, I see, within the windows of each line of your poem, all the outcries of humanity, as a whole, in relating to the true desires mankind seeks to achieve and possess through his religious aspirations ... For the most part, all men, everywhere, desire to live long happy lives in peace, prosperously with good health in a safe environment, hoping for the same, even more, for their children and their children's children after them in also hoping for life of some sort after this life ... In this quest for hope and a peaceful life, it makes one scratch his head in wonderment as to how this sincerely good desire held in common by all mankind (all but the wicked who sit and rule invisibly and secretly in high places within governments of all nations) can be twisted into the ugly dark face of war, to then snuff out so many beautiful dandelions in its wake ... Those who incite peace loving peoples to war never pay the price for war ... War is always paid for in the blood and lives of young, promising, dandelions such as your son and mine ... Thank you for the inspiration you heart has given mine over coffee this very morning in Smalltown, Texas ...

[Confuser]

Marvin, you said a mouthful there. I simply think, if you're not a good Mother, what else is there? You have some points about that past. And in the far future our daughter's and son's will see our now, in another way. Abortion is wrong. And, I do not consider myself conservative, in the political sense, but in the traditional sense of the word. My husband has treated me in ways, that I'm certain, some feminists would think nuts; like pumping my gas. The world has so many problems that we know are created when there is no family structure. My son will talk with me about so, so many things; you would be surprised; in this world of pre-marital sex and disease etc. I make certain he is aware of the ripple affect that can occur. We have a small family, so I do want him to have someone in God to turn to and also good friends. Anyway, could go on, but would take all day. I love my dandelions and only want the best for him and all the children of this world.

[Workvio]

If all men were good mothers, then all men would be truest brothers, and there would be no such word as war, for no mother in her right mind seeks to destroy her own children, nor the children of another mother ...

[Confuser]

Agreed. Guten Tag.

[jennifer little]

wonderfully said poem i liked it a lot keep up the amazing work

[Jamsheed Shafi]

Thanks for sharing this poem.
u have compared our lives with dandelion.
that's amazing.