His small head on my chest—
heavy, warm
grounds me to earth.
His sweet breath—
soft, light
brings the air of heaven with
each exhale.
It is one thing
to feel delicate twitches
of life, or to glimpse
dawn stretched
out through eternity,
in whorls on tiny fingertips.
Another to accept
you will not be there
for all that comes.
I must rest with now.
Touch the cowlicked crown
of tomorrow—
marvel at tiny, parted lips,
feel his sea shelled hand
warm against my side—
to remember
to keep me
in the coming days.
I hold my breath
with a catch
knowing I bear
the making of histories
in the bend of my arm.
The featured image is courtesy of Lancia E. Smith and used with her permission for Cultivating and The Cultivating Project.
Susan Mulder finds herself on a journey to find peace with herself and in the world. Writing poetry is a way she challenges herself after laying down her previous career/s to pursue God’s path for her future. With a terminal degree in fine art in painting, she has held several positions in what she calls her ‘old life’. Though Mulder continues to paint and exhibit and is the author of a poetry collection, No Ordinary Time, she finds her deepest expression (and joy) in writing and within the eyes of her grandchildren.
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Gorgeous, Susan! What stirring imagery. This truly touched my heart.
Oh my goodness susan, this is remarkable.
Beautiful. You captured tenderness and transcendence in a way that caused my throat to squeeze. Brava!
Julie,
Thank you so much ❣️
Thank you Jody, you are so kind ❣️
Thank you Amy❣️
I am teary-eyed… knowing how you love those children, and me…what a legacy you can leave with words and actions! Love you, my writer friend!
Thank you Donna ❤️