POEM dated: "Feb. 18, 1980"

I can relate. Though Kate & Liam are not infants (as I was when my mom wrote this) I am guilty of not writing more. Thank you for this Mom!!!

"Feb. 18, 1980"

"Dear Darby,
I write these words
in between trips to your crib
I'm stuffed full of feeling for you--
so much I want to put down,
   to remember
   to share
and then you cry
and I run
and the writing that would keep
it all for us
is never done.
I love your demanding
I love being your mother
and I would rather hold you
rather feel your tiny fuzzy
   baby-haired head
rather see your smile
and watch me in your eyes
than write a best seller.
or anything.
So please understand
when you ask me some day
       what was it like?
and I don't remember
or why I didn't write more
   to you
or about you,
Darby,
I was so busy loving you."

Comments

Amber said…

Wow! What a precious gift.

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