That Blissful Child

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by Amy F. Turner


 

When that blissful child falls asleep in your arms,

You wanna rock him all night long.

Sing him a ballad of, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star til day breaks,

Til your heart glows

But your brain screams, I’m tired.

It’s been a terribly long day.

Lots of tantrums.

A threenager you calm with such patience.

So you lay your precious babe in his bed,

Kiss his cheek,

Whisper, “Good-night, my darling,”

Then you creep out his door;

Think all you must do.

Dishes in the sink.

Legos and Hot-wheels strewn here and there.

Crumbs on the carpet.

Writing to complete.

Deadlines to meet.

Food stuck in your hair.

You don’t care.

Life is so fragile; that blissful child.

A dream gone by.

A blink of an eye. 

No man can predict.

Death.

Too sudden.

Too bitter.

Vicious in your veins.

Lays waste in its trail.

Hearts shatter in two.

Mouths wail your name.

The bells of heaven ring,

When you least expect.

When your plans can’t change.

When leaving hurts more than your suffering.

Unfinished paths you wished for.

You prepared for.

You paid for.

Yet you say, “It’s okay.

Better places need me more.

Meet me tomorrow,

The day after perhaps.

Hug me then, my dear.

Goodbye.”

You breathe from your lips,

As your spirit rises.

As you watch my babe.

As he runs in the meadow.

His sweet face.

His smile.

Dandelions he blows.

“You must know that,” you say.

“I tread beside you.”

Our toes in the grass.

Our eyes on the sky.

“Hold my fingers a little longer, my dear.

You will see.”

Brilliant colors.

Oranges and reds ablaze in the horizon.

A sunset for me.

A sign for you.

“Quickly. 

Take up your staff.

Brave that dangerous world. 

Your greatest goals.

Loves of your life.

Reach them."

Lest that blissful child vanish come morning.


Submitted: January 21, 2018

© Copyright 2021 Joy Shaw. All rights reserved.

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Momina Khan

good work.......... gorgeous :D

Mon, January 22nd, 2018 11:10am

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Thank you! Please read my short story, Raised by Starlight as well.

Mon, January 22nd, 2018 4:07am

Needless

An intriguing piece with vibrant descriptions! I like this!

Mon, January 22nd, 2018 11:47pm

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Thank you!

Mon, January 22nd, 2018 4:27pm

Jim Green

Wow this was so moving. I loved it. I hit the like button.

Thu, January 25th, 2018 12:38pm

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Thank you!

Thu, January 25th, 2018 7:22am

Kemy2U

This is so emotional

I needed a tissue after reading this. Your poem was so beautifully written and quite touching on so many levels.

Love and Hugs,
Kemy

Fri, February 2nd, 2018 2:48am

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Thank you! May you be inspired.

Thu, February 1st, 2018 7:24pm

Rehmat Tanzila

O woww! Beautiful as you are!

Sun, March 25th, 2018 12:07pm

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Thank you!

Sun, March 25th, 2018 8:38am

Sue Harris

Such a moving and shocking poem... the fragility of life gone in a blink, so grab it... live it, savour that precious gift of a blissful child. A powerful, emotional read, beautifully written with such depth. Exceptional!

Fri, April 27th, 2018 9:45pm

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Thank you!!!

Fri, April 27th, 2018 3:05pm

Amy F. Turner

I am breathless... such vivid prose that strings together the fragility that is life. Waste not a moment for tomorrow or the next breath is promised to no one. Gorgeous writing.

Mon, May 28th, 2018 12:32am

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Thank you, Amy.
Hugs!

Mon, May 28th, 2018 6:51am

Holmesy

i really like the tender images

Thu, July 26th, 2018 11:29am

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Thanks! Appreciate that you read my poem.

Thu, July 26th, 2018 5:17am

Melancholic Wisdom

This is so beautifully written, the imagery and the emotions all came through in a fantastic way. It feels like watching your own child grow up and go off into the world. And it touched up the fragility of life itself, and how that can be represented in the form of a child. Amazing work.

Mon, October 8th, 2018 4:19am

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Thank you, Mel. My son was my muse on this particular poem, as well as one of my passed loved ones. Life is but a dandelion in the wind, to frail for the seeds of yesterday. So live your life to the fullest!

Sun, October 7th, 2018 9:29pm

jmm424

WOW! Such a beautiful and shocking poem. Your description of everything was incredible. Fantastic job

Fri, October 12th, 2018 10:41pm

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Thank you for reading and commenting!
Blessings,
Joy

Fri, October 12th, 2018 3:42pm

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