Sunday, May 4, 2014

Sunday Morning Poetry

This Morning
On this day you would find
a soft package of stars 
wrapped in sky, a ribboned tie
made of cloud, and a piece 
of joy for your heart,
and they would fit perfectly
in the palm of your small hand;
but because I am simply your grand
(mother) and not capable of magic,
you will find toy teapots, blue marbles
chocolate bells and sugared trees 
baby dolls and spy pens.
But I will find a way (don't ever doubt)
to hide keys that open treasures;
you will find them scattered, like crumbs, 
even when you are alone. Especially
when you are alone. I give you these
because I can, because I will, and that is why. 
Because I do not own the stars.
And they were out of sky.
                                             © 2011 Rebecca Kai Dotlich

7 comments:

joyce said...

as I struggle with my unborn grandson's health problems, it seems every blog I visit is about grandmothers. This is a beautiful poem though, and a keeper.

Lisa Gordon said...

This is really beautiful, Relyn.
So heartfelt.

christinelaennec said...

Wow! Such beauty and depth. Thank you for that, Relyn.

Marilyn said...

Oh the words of this poem just warm my heart. It speaks of my heart right now for our little guy. I would give him the sun and the moon, if only I could.

Jeanne said...

Beautiful indeed

Mary Jo said...

I loved this poem Relyn and of course, I can only image how much your grandchildren will to :)
xo Mary Jo

Ms. K @ Write On Thyme said...

Ok, I'm going to have to read more from this one!

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