Almedia Knight Oliver
A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (Second) - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
Her second born
'Mother You have A Baby Boy', laying
Seven pound of flesh on my throbbing
heart; teardrops raining down washing
his light brown hair, water flowing past
matching eyes, and forming a salty pool in
the crease of his neck.
'Put him back in his warm home, only his
brother and me live in that cemetery room!
I swallowed and digested hope and wrapped
my tissues, bones, and blood in tenderness
nursing the fruit of my womb.
Oh how delightful it was watching him suckle-feeding
warm milk as my beating heart lulled him to sleep.
'Big Mike' your childhood holds some memorable moments
and Klutziness is one:
'Look mommy, I ripped my pants…I was chasing my friend
down the street'
'Look mommy, I bruised my knee…I was running from a bee'
'Look mommy, the dog was hungry and I was meat'
Son, it seems like yesterday that I held you in trembling arms,
and not knowing what the future held for the three!
But, look at you now, with all the varied drumbeats in your ear,
you chose to ignore most, instead marching to your own beat...though
it was said 'he walks right on the edge'
Big Mike, children can't choose their parents, but
I'm delighted you appreciate the choice I made.
You're a man now and this is your special day...
two scores and eight- heck who's keeping score,
enjoy your special day!
You're like a bottle of vintage wine and I the wine maker.
Now my dear you're aged...Go! Soar in the distance sky.
Mommy's love clinging to your wings and the winds whispering
son I love you!
11/29/10 edited.comments may not correspond to the original version
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