by e. wierenga
he was all limbs as he rolled the sand-hill, baby squealed and clapped, banged stick to ground and daddy gathered son, spun him fast, all on a day of autumn when the gold leaves seemed rapunzel and nothing was anything but magic
((and when you grow into legs and you run sky-high, i'll be here, kissing air, waving love you, goodbye))
and husband told me breathless, they'd spent summers here, adults folded up top in chairs, scattered picnic blankets and smoked meat sandwiches and the cousins tumbling down ... and the winds of fallen acorn whispered yes, this is so, we were here, and the cries of children-past sounded in my son
((and when you grow into legs and you run sky-high, i'll be here, kissing air, waving love you, goodbye))
i dig toes in sand and wish to somehow save the magic in a bottle but boy is getting big, too big, to fit into small so all i can do is hold him at night until he wiggles free but that night, he didn't wiggle and so i just kept holding and he sighed as if with wisdom of growing old and i understood why my grandma always shook her head and told us not to rush things, because life does enough of that for us....
and i spoke into his hair, the color of trees-golden on autumn's sand-hill:
when you grow into legs and you run sky-high i'll be here, kissing air, waving love you, goodbye...
((and when you grow into legs and you run sky-high, i'll be here, kissing air, waving love you, goodbye))
and husband told me breathless, they'd spent summers here, adults folded up top in chairs, scattered picnic blankets and smoked meat sandwiches and the cousins tumbling down ... and the winds of fallen acorn whispered yes, this is so, we were here, and the cries of children-past sounded in my son
((and when you grow into legs and you run sky-high, i'll be here, kissing air, waving love you, goodbye))
i dig toes in sand and wish to somehow save the magic in a bottle but boy is getting big, too big, to fit into small so all i can do is hold him at night until he wiggles free but that night, he didn't wiggle and so i just kept holding and he sighed as if with wisdom of growing old and i understood why my grandma always shook her head and told us not to rush things, because life does enough of that for us....
and i spoke into his hair, the color of trees-golden on autumn's sand-hill:
when you grow into legs and you run sky-high i'll be here, kissing air, waving love you, goodbye...
12 comments:
just saw this on twitter...thanks brian for hightlighting emily
emily - this is fantastic - as always - you are a great writer! i'm on a business trip - no time for blogging - reading - anything...but i just HAD to read this one - and it made my day. Thanks!
thank you for stepping into the spotlight emily...i enjoy all my visits to your place and playing in your wonderful community on thursdays...
You weave such love and longing into your words Em, and they touch my heart - always.
This is so beautiful, so poignant, so true. Hold tight to the moments and all the while learn to say good-bye. Know, though, that your hearts are woven together for always.
That was beautiful!
Something all loving parents have felt..
Emily is a gorgeous writer and I've been enjoying it for some time now. I'm delighted you've highlighted her stellar work, Brian.
Emily, this was so lovely!
Beautiful writing piece. "...autumn when the gold leaves seemed rapunzel and nothing was anything but magic." You do write with great heart, Emily. Thanks for stepping into the spotlight!
Absolutely beautiful Emily, made me smile for the moments with my little girl when she was my chubby baby as I was teaching her to walk, stand on her own (now 4 and so full of herself!) This brought a smile to my day. Wonderful words!!! Thank you!
a wonderful, beautiful piece...i have been so lucky being out of work in respect of this...i have three children and being home has meant that i have seen my youngest do this most precious thing...i missed it all for my older two!!!
a fabulous write by a fabulous writer...a fantastic One Stop spotlight
precious - I'm helping her friends with her one year old twins and remembering.
Emily thanks for sharing your beauty with One Stop - A real treat
Moon Love
love this just beautiful...the love of a parent...amazingly voiced here...thank you for posting...bkm
You have woven you words
with brilliant color and feelings
connecting mother and child
with the love that is unbreakable
Thanks for allowing me to remember my own children's past.
It has been over twenty five years since they were small, and it does feel like yesterday.
Beautiful images Emily and i always enjoy your blog, this is so sweet keep making us smile sweetly inside :)
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