Can’t take my eyes off you
compact form
rubicund cheeks
biggest mischief-eyes
your bounce in every step.
From the spectators’ gallery at the gym
I pour all my love my admiration
I’d even adore, if that weren’t so embarrassing…
But only at a distance…
As long as you don’t speak, never whine,
when your mouth does not form into stubborn slit
as long as no grumble rumbles in our umbilical cord
as long as you stay unmarred and perfect.
Inspired by gym galas, Yummy Mummys and scruffy ones like me…
Linked to the Open Link Night fun over at dVerse Poets, where we are discussing passion over form this week. Well, my son is passionate about his trampolining, but his form… Still, in my eyes, he is the best competitor out there!
Even Mummy carries a double-edged truth in her heart-pocket. Its where the divine and the human keep tripping the other up.
Sylvia Plath conveys that ambiguity really well. But yes, I think it is sometimes hard to admit that it’s not all perfect.
or it is utterly overwhelmingly unbelievably amazing when it IS [perfect I mean].
Even if it is only what one believes to be the case. Liked your contained adoration with a touch of healthy criticism.
Thank you – got to stay realistic, but also positive, right?
yikes….no pressure there to stay perfect and unmarred eh? not an easy one as i dont know many if any that make it out without a few at least…….i would rather the beauty in th imperfection…
I had parents like that. If I got an A, it was a question of ‘why not A+?’ and I swore not to do it to my kids. But I recognise this tendency in myself and in others…
I can definitely feel the mother’s pride in this piece, as well as the knowledge that perfection is always elusive!
Perfection is boring, right? I’m just proud that he wants to participate…
Marina Sofia – You’ve captured that dual nature of mother attachment absolutely perfectly here. And it is so hard to admit that other side of it at times.
I can only admit it in writing – if I ever try to discuss it with other Mums, I get … whipped!
Beautifully written.
Thank you, and welcome to my blog! Look forward to sharing many poems in the future!
Nicely done. We see their perfection, or their potential as perfected, and yet we have to love them stumbles and grumbles and all. Well done, love the balance and contrast with the fine thread of love all the way through.
Stumbles and grumbles… oh, yes, nicely put! I just hope they love me, shouting and cuddling and all embarassing Mum-moments!
haha…. it’s easy to love them in those special moments and in others…oy…we do anyway…smiles
As someone said: ‘there’s no glory in loving something perfect and beautiful and well-behaved’…
So sweet.. and sometimes at distance it’s just perfection… but then there’s that whining…. (hope there’s no wining).
No wining, hope I still have a couple of years to go before that starts! :-)
We never do really sever the umbilical chord, do we? Always connected to our kids, even when they have three doors of anger shut between us…
Tina @ Life is Good
We’re a Latin and Mediterranean family, so our moments of anger can be quite spectacular, but I just have to hope they have no damaging or lasting effects. The connection, as you say, is always pulling at you…
wow… i’d adore… but only at a distance… stay unmarred … perfect
how we love something, as long as it’s faraway and conforms to our ideals
Exactly: I’ve heard this sentiment expressed (unconsciously even) so many times. But why blame others, I’ve sometimes felt it myself…