Renee, going on two

she is all grown now, and has teenagers of her own, but we had a year together, just her and me...she was the first to open the door to my heart

my little attila-the-hunness came

across the margin of my vision ranges

she talks to herself and me the same

the symmetry of my life she changes

nose arun, feet asail

she surveys her land amazed

i stumble from the diaper pail

a little lost, a little dazed

i would not have you think me less

if my tones are not maternal

each moment of this time i bless

it has to do with things eternal

and as for you dear freedom's child

whose quick tears and sudden joy

alternate my seasons wild

while with my sentiments you toy

it is your rightful inclination

to test the limits of invention

my duty into this relation

will offer more than slight convention

so when the years have seasoned time

to make us who we learned to be

somewhere in your heart sublime

will live our secret memory

Reviews

[Corset]

precious those moments when they are so tiny and sweet and eager to please when it suits them to be adorable, it helps us to ignore the diaper pails.

[Ed Hart]

hi Corset, thanks for the visit

[Corset]

You are welcome Mr Hart

[Norman 223]

This really made me smile. Although my "kids" are now approaching 50, we often remember their less than sanitary behaviour , eating worms and being sick on trains. Yet in the end they turn out to be as normal as us????? :-) Thanks for the memory.

[Ed Hart]

and thank you Norman

[Circe]

Wonderful memories that when you read it to her she will surely shed a tear with you.. it is that inexplicable bond that you share... that special relationship which is something universal yet so deeply personal. Thanks for sharing.

[Ed Hart]

yes, thank you for seeing that...it has worked out that way

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A child is always a child to the parent and the love is an eternal bond. A really sweet and sentimental poem.

[Ed Hart]

i'll dance to that

[h d e rushin]

someone on Facebook showed a picture of a blind dog and the remarks were of how cute he was. Stumbling to see the fence or into furniture. tipping his food bowl into his water while never knowing
the startle of squirrel or pigeon. So as much as we can make them our family (in treatment or
deportment) they still represent domestication, a manifestation of our human kind. We see children
thru the looking glass of hope and that roaring, able governess, eternity. And with the perfect
cocktail of acuity, objectivity and heart. What I mean Ed is that, blindfolded the things of this
world deserve our compassion. But in time only children can offer it in return.

the fifth stanza here is what poetry is for my friend: to rest our cheeks on our elbows while the
rest (all the rest) of the world around us falls apart.

your amazing...

[Ed Hart]

i've know for some time that you know the pentipical multi-stitch with words...i'm waiting for a quilt, myself...thank you, fellow amazerine

[W.k.kortas]

It is very hard to walk the tightrope of wistfulness and affection when you write a piece like this, as there are any number of ways you can fall into the trap of kitten-cute, but here you are declining the aid of a net and walking the damn thing blindfolded.

[Ed Hart]

you are always so kind

[Beccy]

Love unconditional is love evermore and that door will remain open even after we become dust, but this, you clearly know Edward.

So very lovely.


Beccy.

[Ed Hart]

knowing i was going to have to let her go from the beginning of our year together grew increasingly huge

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It's absolutely beautiful, Ed......

[Ed Hart]

i'm so glad you came to the party

[Emily B]

miracles, how blessed we have been!

[Ed Hart]

hello Emily...the hands, the crossed hands, what do the hands say

[Emily B]

They say Emily is listening intently

[emmajoy]

Beauty is more than in the eyes of the beholder, tis in the heart - and forever. There just can't be a gift better than that, more precious than that. Your poem's delightful, full of sweet phrases and immense care. I smile and sniff, reaching for the tissues... blessing you, your daughter and each and everyone you love, sir Hart. .

[Ed Hart]

actually, some of the beauty is out there floating around in the world...i've seen pictures of yours, truly

[emmajoy]

Smiling a double rainbow into your world, Sir Hart