The pain of the inevitabilty for some.
I want to shield you with my arms,
shelter you from fate.
Rage against time
and invert the hour-glass
to take us back
to the old days
of my trying youth.
Measuring me for dresses,
then those late nights
waiting up after dances.
till you heard my key in the lock.
Those poetry evenings by the fire…
Or me trying to keep up
with your fast gait .
I refuse to surrender you to amnesia
confusion and unsteady walk.
Fading sight and vulnerability,
lonely, bleak nights
I never could understand your tears,
when I fell and needed stitches
as a young girl.
It was my knee,
But now I know.
how I know.
© stormwolf 2023
You captured it all here Alison, a loving mother/daughter relationship…Leila x
Thanks Leila, glad it came across.
For it to come across as a fine tribute means more to me than a nib. I wanted to express my love for her. I posted another earlier and after 133 reads got one comment and so deleted it.
As the poem says, I could not understand her upset at seeing me hurt but time gives us wisdom and insight into what it means to care about others.
Thanks for reading.