Sunday, December 4, 2005

flesh of my flesh

i saw your child face. once gone never to retrieve. not in all eternity. i live in you. you are me. and yet never me. flesh of my flesh. you exsist to show generations that i love you. living art for eternity.

6 comments:

Seaneria said...

you have a real gift with words Halli...though vastly different in topic, your poem for some reason reminded me of one of my favorite poems of all times, "If" by Rudyard Kipling: [IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Its interesting, your poem is taking the child inward and is obviously less didachtic than kipplings who expresses the child outward, your is so personal and in that brilliant. Just wanted to share (I'm not saying the poems are similar, just that it reminded me for some reasons of it...)...

elisabeth said...

it's wonderful when i see myself in another human being, one that has been baked in my very own oven! i sometimes wonder if my children feel the same way i did when i was at the stage that they are at now, and i also worry that they will feel some of the things that i have. a parent only ever wants their child to be happy.

phyllis sweetwater said...

thankyou for your wonderful comments! having adopted two of my children i have to find a differnet way to connect with them other than similar apperances or the bond of pregnancy. my interaction with them is all i have, but it is enough.

elisabeth said...

Is that Eden in the picture?

phyllis sweetwater said...

it is jenna

elisabeth said...

yeah, it looked familiar