This poem, which has creatively been crafted out of lines from another poem, is a beautiful yet saddening view of a Mother’s memories and her desire to see her children again. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did.
Tonight, one of my favorite blogs, written by Carol and titled “Relax,” published a poem that begins with the lines:
Tonight, I am missing
all half-grown kissing
–oh! I meant kittens—
an orange one, Mittens,
(HERE is a link to her entire poem.)
I, however, loved the original typo (or contrived typo) and challenged her to make a poem starting from it and remaining with that idea. I promised to do so myself, and have, hoping she won’t mind my stealing my version of her first line. Here is mine:
Empty Nest
I’ve been missing
that half-grown kissing
that lasts a minute
with chocolate in it.
Runny noses.
Heads of roses
picked off stems
like rarest gems
presented in
a tuna tin.
Priceless treasure
for my pleasure.
My life lacks
these loving smacks––
even a quickie,
albeit sticky
with peanut butter.
A parting stutter,
and then they’re gone
and off upon
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Bonjour ou bonsoir BELLE JEUNE FILLE
Je t’emmène du bonheur
il est à côté de toi
Surtout ne bouge pas
Tiens ! il s’est glissé dans ton sourire
Oh ! Le voilà dans ta belle demeure
Pour embellir ta journée de joie et que ta soirée te soit de tout repos
Pour toi je me dis que c’est la meilleure raison
Alors partageons ensemble ce bonheur avec tous ceux que l’on aime et que l’on apprécie
Regarde il brille soit comme le soleil au lever du jour ou une étoile dans la nuit
Que Ce Bonheur restent l’histoire d’un beau jour
Je te souhaite
Une très belle journée ou une belle soirée
Bisous Bernard Ton Ami
Bisous
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Thank you so very much for yet another beautiful poem. I’m sorry I don’t know why your comment went into the spam folder, which is why I’m replying late. Sorry and thank you again. Have a great and beautiful day 🙂
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