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Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/11/2013 16:00:12)
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Dear Sons
Here I sit, on the floor, with our old Christmas tree,
Taking down the ornament put up by you and me.
Each one holding a memory, each one a smile
Some store bought, some painted in your style.
Pictures of you as you grew through the years,
Reminders of trips that bring up tears.
And I think to myself, how much longer will this be,
That we will spend each Christmas doing stuff, we three?
Like painting the ceramic ornaments on vacation days,
Teasing each other mercilessly along the way.
Or sitting together while the wind blows outside,
Playing games and reading books, by each other's side.
Each ornament is a reminder of the days when you were mine,
And I was your hero, who you curled up with all the time,
Who answered your questions with honesty and smiles,
Who rocked you when you needed to cuddle for a while.
I've had to realise for the very first time this year,
That I will be losing you, amidst these shed tears.
That you have to grow up and one day will be,
Too big to do the things you have always done with me.
And I cry, sitting here, thinking about the day when
All our rituals, our fun, our times, will come to an end.
And above all of this, the thing that hurts the most,
Is something that I should be so very proud to boast.
Yet, deep down inside I curse the lessons I taught you,
I gave you your life as all mothers should do.
I showed you strength, and strength you show.
I gave you imagination, and watched it grow.
And in that very strength you will slowly depart,
And in your imagination, my world will fall apart.
Because you will dream, and you will grow up,
And someone else will one day take my cup.
Be it friend, love, job or age, I know not now,
But I know that I will be forced to bow
To life as it it takes you away from me
And deprive me of the world that I need.
And one day when I decorate alone,
And reminisce on the seeds that I have sown
I will cry once more, trying to grasp at what was,
And wish that I was back when you were young
When the holidays and fun were just us three
And all you had to look at was me.
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