An arts & craft that only one type of person has perfected.
The intricate detailing of the body,
Each cell created is a brush stroke on the blank canvas.
The blank canvas of life.
A new life, coming to life, in our lives
Pure and beautiful.
Soft and untouched.
A mother.
In her arms; a son.
They’re together for the first time,
Their first reunion of many
They’ll run into each other's arms,
after his soccer games, at his graduation, with his kids running behind him
Their relationship is now a bud,
But it will bloom and create the most beautiful flowers
Because a mother and her child have the most beautiful connection
I see the influence of the Tao Te Ching in the circle of life. I hadn't thought of this that way before; as a cycle and flow. Nice poem!
ReplyDeleteI really like the imagery you created and the flow of the poem created by your word choice. I also like how the stanzas are metaphoric yet straight forward at the same time. :)
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