Poetry Friday: Children of Air

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Glad to be here on Poetry Friday  hosted by Sylvia Vardel @ Poetry for Children

Mother’s Day.
A day that was
all about mom
my mom’s mom.
and grew to
my husband’s mom.

And then
me.

Now in
my students
I see
whispers of my own.

Precious gifts
their sweet souls seen through their mother’s eyes.
I say,
If this was my child
and every day is
Mother’s  Day.

Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem, To Any Reader, tugged at memories of my own children, long grown. Children of air. Lingering. Aren’t we all those children?

 

To Any Reader

As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play.
But do not think you can at all,
By knocking on the window, call
That child to hear you. He intent
Is all on his play-business bent.
He does not hear; he will not look,
Nor yet be lured out of this book.
For, long ago, the truth to say,
He has grown up and gone away,
And it is but a child of air
That lingers in the garden there.

6 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Children of Air

  1. I am holding on to the knowledge that 2 of my children will be here this weekend. Mother’s Day always brings out the bittersweet.

  2. Robert Louis Stevenson just knew the words to write, didn’t he? And I also love your words, Julieanne, “If this was my child…and every day is/Mother’s Day.” Happy Mother’s Day to you!

  3. Love how these two poems belong together — thinking beyond what is right in front of us is always important!

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