Back to school
Letting my babies grow
I know a lot of parents jump for joy when their kids return to school, but for me, its a time of minor grief and loss. So after the successful use of poem writing yesterday to manage feelings, just a little one for today too.
Nut brown knees and earthed soles,
Love warmed bodies and tousled hair.
If tousle was a person.
If snuggle was a person.
If love, the love that fills my chest and gut, that powers my arms to lift the load, were a person…
I would let that person out into the world,
And in my nest spread those arms
And grope for scraps of me,
Finding some, or not, wait
For that person to return,
Altered, to this fixed mark.
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The Hair Cut
On the eve of starting high school, today, my 11 year old daughter has had a hair cut for the first time. Naturally, I am dealing with feelings by hiding in the garden where she cant see me cry and writing a poem to share with strangers, rather than let her see those nicks in the thinning umbilical chord the scissors made.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
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Dear Mrs. Hannah - I follow everything you write - Especially your heartfelt 'Special' comments to others; including those that you've left for me. I did take notice of what you said to David in Canada. It is a very different world for our 'Children' and Mom's. Jay Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -
Oooooof yes! Totally relate. 😩❤️
I relate hard! I remember as a child hearing, "ugh! I can't wait for September!" Not pleasant.
So relatable. I think this every day as I homeschool my child. I know one day he's going to fly free.
This was so beautiful Hannah! I loved it so much!
This was nice. It felt uncertain, yet liberating. Nicely done.
I remember those days
Beautifully stated, again.
Another sweet, nostalgic poem!