It is a child’s right
To sleep
With abandon;
Perfectly sure of
Infinite
Tomorrows.
It is a parent’s right
To gaze upon
A soft sleeping face,
Caress it, kiss it,
To breath in
The musky perfume
Of sweat,
And hills of glorious earth.
A voyeur onto
Infinite
Tomorrows
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As deep as you want to go.......
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great
its a very nice look upon life..and childhood. I remember those day where everything was innocent and life came easier each days passing.
great write
language: 4, rhythm: 3, subject: 5, tone: 4, form: 3.
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...and it goes very deep for me, Laurel, as deep as a parent or adult can go when comtemplating the "Infinite" possibilities of a child's "soft sleeping face" at rest - the "right" of childhood to all its sweet "tomorrows". But then, there's also the different "right" of the mother to know better, to know from experience all the troubles of the future, how finite they can make tomorrows be. I very much like this double-take from one end of being to another, from naive and beautiful innocence to realistic, experiential knowledge.
And the image of a "voyeur" is terrific: the older, wiser mother or father looking from the outside of innocence, as though looking through a window from the street of real life as it soon will become: a blooming, buzzing confusion of good and bad. There is a wealth of nostalgia, of looking back, in the poem, at what once was: those "hills of glorious earth" - when small life and rich Nature are one and the same. That you executed all this in only 54 ordinary, unpretentious words is marvelous; that took skill, I believe, and I admire it.
Excellent poem for me to enjoy; minimal and full at the same time.
Lad
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