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.
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**
We started over-daughters 32 & 30 and he turned 14 yesterday. I just re-read and would make many ch.. read moreWe 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.
Your imagery of the dandelion is so perfect. It is so beautifully delicate and can fly in separate beauty when the wind comes. All we can do is to be ready to catch them if they need it. A lovely poem of love and letting go.
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Wow, coming from you that means a lot; just sat down yesterday am; thought about Hane, my son. And w.. read moreWow, coming from you that means a lot; just sat down yesterday am; thought about Hane, my son. And wrote, I did see I dandelion last week, all alone and memories came back in. I loved, can't remember the name of your poem, but saved it in my library. Was all anxious, writing your name and there it is; written in pencil, Sequined Dreams. I love, love, loved it! Didn't know how to save it in a library. I'm new to all this. Anyway, you are a talented lady. My name is DaleSpringsMitchum on F/B, if you use it. I'm not on there often. But anyway, thank you icelandicblue.
I just love the way you have used the dandelion in reference to life, to your son, to all of us. I have never looked upon a dandelion like that before but I will in the future. Wow, from the color of a lemon to the color of light. This was fantastic. I really enjoyed this today.
Thank you so much for reading! As a kid, and still now, I love to blow the dandelions -
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You are very welcome. I will be back to read more.
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willbeb, thank you for reading again. You are a very good writer. I really appreciate your input. .. read morewillbeb, thank you for reading again. You are a very good writer. I really appreciate your input. Don't know much at all about writing, but do know a good read. Thanks.
Happily married with three wonderful children. The first poem I attempted was Paper Heart which I submitted here last year. People here have been so kind and encouraging! Their feedback and reading t.. more..