Children, breathe in the sunshine that ripens the blueberries,
gooseberries and rhubarb, your favorites. Please, protect
each other and your earth. Open the door and smell
the fresh cut grass. Brush the lavender with your fingers
and taste a licorice leaf of tarragon. Pet dogs behind
the ears and hold your hand flat to give a sugar cube
to a horse. Pick up your socks and don’t dust unless
you have company. Use cold, fresh water to make tea
and warm the ceramic pot. Wake up early to see the
sun rise over the trees and hear the woodpecker’s staccato
drumming. Breakfast is the most important meal
of the day. It fuels you and lets your head wake up
while you prepare it. Remember to cherish each other.
You three will be left to carry on the family traditions.
Marry someone who will share and celebrate with you.
God bless you and keep you safe. Turn off the lights.
© 2011 Kim King
sweet, love the blog you have here…
A++
Welcome to JP!
Thanks! I appreciate the community of poets here, since nobody in my real life seems to get it.
A perfect mothers prayer filled with wisdom and appreciation of the most treasured things in life.
Thank you so much! Not everyone’s definition of a prayer is the same, but this is what I would want for my kids.
I love this prayer! For everyday real things 🙂
I guess that’ s what children understand best. Thanks!
“don’t dust unless
you have company”
absolutely
I guess you are from the same school of cleaning. My motto is “Martha Stewart doesn’t live here.”
I love this, Kim. The love and longing of a mother for her children; trusting them to remember.
Thank you! And I do hope that they will at least keep some of those memories for their children.
This is wonderfully expressive and strong, I like the way you bring out the power and joy of simple things, like children do too.
Thanks – and thanks for visiting my site.
If you read some of my other work, I think we both have some of the same poetic trends.
Yes – possibly similar relationships too!