Friday, November 16, 2012

On Wishing a Dream and Baring my Soul

I'm a very nostalgic person and tend to fall into daydreams of things that will never be. When I was younger, I wrote many poems and stories under these sad spells; now that I'm a bit--just a tiny bit--older and have kids, thinking about them growing so fast will make me cry, happy and sad at the same time. I'm also an irremediable insomniac, and it is during these sleepless hours that I give up to my nostalgic side and shed a tear or two, content that everybody is asleep and I don't have to explain my foolish state of mind. 

So, back a few weeks ago, my little one lost her fist tooth. She was ecstatic and I was so sad, realizing I no longer have babies in my house. That night I gave free reign to the feelings inside me and I came up with this little poem. I think many of you will understand what was going through my mind. Hope you like it. By the way, it still doesn't have a name, so any ideas are welcome.

This summer. Little One to the left, Big Sis to the right. But I bet that t-shirt gave her up.

I've got a pair of treasures I've taken care of for many moons now.    
These treasures I envelop between cotton layers every night.            
Tonight I remember the sleepless nights that will never be back,        
I toss and turn with memories of happiness and sadness long past,     
And I give thanks for the time spent--May it never end, I ask my stars.              
Time, the eternal equalizer, I can never stop it in its path                                    
if at least you could promise me my treasures will never wither and die.            
Take my soul, paint my hair all white, mark my skin with your steady hand,      
but never, oh, never take my treasures away from my hands.                              
Weeks turn into months and years inevitably pass by,                      
one day after another, relentless like the tide.                                      
When winter turns to spring in a never-ending cycle of life,               
Promise me one day I'll hear the echo of small new treasures' laughs.                
I have a pair of treasures I know one day will no longer be mine,                       
when the time comes for their happiness to lay in some one else's path,              
I hope they remember the worth inside their minds,                            
I hope they remember I can live forever in their hearts.                       

Just a couple of years ago, the offending tooth still in place.

My husband will kill me, but the three of them were snoring. 
Now you know why I can't sleep.

9 comments:

Tamara said...

This was SO sweet. I love it. I have four kids so I know just what you mean. My guys are almost all grown up...my youngest is turning fourteen. My little boy is almost seventeen. And I dont' know when it happened!!

But, the cycle continues. Two years ago my twenty-two year old daughter gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Jace. Looking at him, I can see her as a baby all over again. Just enjoy each day as it comes.

And I thought for a title maybe something like: My Chest is Full...

It's a play on words. you know, like your chest is full of love and sorrow, but also like a treasure chest, since they are your treasures. Just an idea. :) great poem.

Jack Edwards Poetry said...

A touching post. I enjoyed reading it.

All the best,
Jack

Georgina Morales said...

Thanks Tamara, I like "My Chest is Full" for a name. Clever names always warm my heart =) Congrats on being a Grandmother! I can only imagine how amazing that feels.

@Jack, thanks for your kind words. It's always nice to know my work is touching a fiber in someone else's being. The best thing about writing, for sure!

Cherie Reich said...

Aww! Such a beautiful poem!

Writer Pat Newcombe said...

Lovely peotry! And you are soo lucky to have such beautiful kids..

Lexa Cain said...

That is so beautiful and I really sympathize. I loved the prose and the emotions here. Your children are just gorgeous! :-)

Nicole said...

That's so beautiful! What a precious family you have. Maybe something like "Treasures in Time" for a title.

Chris Fries said...

Awww, that was beautiful and touching, Gina! I really enjoyed it and actually got a little moist in the eyes. And I KNOW you will live forever in their hearts.

But ummmm, I gotta tell ya: This is kinda killing the whole "Dark Tales' and tombstones mood of your new blog design, lol.

Maybe you could have the lost tooth turn into an undead, growing, dental-demon which goes on to terrorize a nearby town...

;^)

Georgina Morales said...

Thanks to all for your nice comments!

@Pat: I'm hardly objective here, but I do feel like I won the lottery every day. =)

@Nicole: Treasures in Time sounds nice! I like it! Thanks =)

@Chris: LOL I didn't thought about it at the time, but now that you say so, the poem isn't very Tombstone-like indeed and that tooth fairy idea sounds too good to pass. I may start working on a darker, more appropriate kind of poetry for next friday. Thanks Chris!