Saturday, December 1, 2012

SATURDAY MORNING BUTTERFLY KISSES

Story time at the library


I  pretend to sleep, but through my pretense I grasp
her smile as she attempts a flurry kiss
then bumps my head instead.
We laugh, I pull her into my cuddly bed, into my life
we fuse our fun like crazy glue,
interlocking our hearts.
"Where is thumbkin?"
We play games so serious and important
before she discovers the silliness of life
and that true questions have no answers yet,
but we ask:

Why can't breakfast also nourish fantasy
with food's funny faces laughing at us?
And why should we walk when we can run
with spotted animals that sing about a little girl
who dances to sugary music playing in her head?
And how could baths be just with water
when bubbles can tickle the scent of colors
that pop imagination's borders to limitless ends? 

And why should't we kiss like butterflies?

And why do butterflies fly like time
leaving only wisps of themselves behind?


(Submitted to Dverse Poets and Poets United.)

At Dverse Poets, Stu has challenged us to write about "Missing You."  I still miss those glorious Saturday mornings when my little (uncoordinated) daughter would wake me up early (much earlier than I would have liked) with her butterfly kisses.  These mornings were for play, unlike the typical weekday mornings when we had to rush off to work and pre-school.  What sweet memories.

29 comments:

  1. ah those days go so fast...i love my boys catching me in bed....and we wrestle cuddle...haha on her bumping your head...and the little traces like butterflies...great touch...good to see you ma'am...smiles.

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  2. Oh those memories when one's child/children were young are so wonderful, aren't they? I love the idea of 'butterfly kisses.' Someday you will have them again...with grandchildren! I enjoyed your poem so much, Myrna.

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  3. Makes me want to have children just so I can experience Saturday morning butterfly kisses. :-)

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  4. Those were the days, now my children just dash off and time is so precious ~

    Thanks for the lovely share ~

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  5. It's the sense of touch that brings reality into the picture. Fun with the children cannot be adequately expressed but to be experienced. Nicely Myrna!

    Hank

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  6. So beautiful ~ reminded me of the times mine were small ~ wonderful

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  7. awwww myrna...this is so beautiful...enjoyed from first to last line...such warm and sweet memories..why should we walk when we can run
    with spotted animals that sing about a little girl
    who dances to sugary music playing in her head?....love this...and so cool to asking these questions...we should never stop asking them and look at life always with the fresh eyes and curiosity of a child.. wishing you a wonderful sunday...

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  8. Dear Myrna, beautiful memories and words - I guess the time when children are children is very fast and fleeting. It is nice that you can revisit all those precious moments in your mind, whenever you please.;) I am sure your daughter shares the allure of this moment in time with you.
    Lovely poetry indeed,
    have a great Sunday,
    xoxo

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  9. This is so so niece. And what a great sentiment...ii can imagine how hard it must be sometimes to see those moments pass by. Children grow up...but the memories of them never disappear. Beautiful poem. Stu Mcp

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  10. nice love the tone of this piece!

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  11. Lovely capture of those fleeting moments of pleasure that only little ones can bring. Thanks for sharing your joy!

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  12. love that last line - so light, it could have been...

    thank you for this poem.

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  13. Aww... I love how you say...'We play games so serious and important
    before she discovers the silliness of life'
    So true, kids do take everything so seriously, until they discoer make believe properly.
    All of this made me smile really ...big.

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  14. Myrna, your poem makes miss miss those days too. So sweet.
    The last line.....woo, wow! Nice ending.

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  15. This is so sweet and I love the questions you ask. When I saw this prompt one of the things I tried was working with how I miss my children when they were little, but I was unsuccessful with making a poem... You did it for me, thank you!

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  16. Myrna, I so loved this poem, and I miss those times too. Thank heavens for grandchildren and the cycle repeating again. I love the idea of butterfly kisses, and a mom who knew how to play like a child with her child.

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  17. I miss these day with my girls who are all grown up now--such a sweet write!

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  18. Beautiful! I have enjoyed the blessings of a grandson these last four years, but he is already growing up and I know I will miss these early years just as profoundly as I did those of his daddy and tias.

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  19. there's nothing like the blessedness of childhood.a time we all so dearly miss.beautifully conveyed.

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  20. Such cute & feathery & still touching images... childhood is so fleeting and so precious. Thank you for sharing.

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  21. Love your poem and the story time photo. I so love those precious days only "wisps" of which are left "behind." I asked my kids if they remember butterfly kisses - they don't. Grandma gave them one. One screamed, "Ooh, that's freaky!" The other said, "Sorry, Grandma, I'm a teenager now." Ah, well.

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  22. Very sweet.

    I'm glad you had time away.

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  23. Lovely poem with wonderful images. Reminded me of my favorite passage from Another Roadside Attraction. "The lifespan of the butterfly is precisely the right length."

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  24. ..love the reference to the leftover wisp of dust butterflies indeed do leave behind...magical write ;)

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  25. To embrace the innocence and pure joy of childhood....this took me back to a time when the sky was full of rainbows and the streets were lined with gold. Thank you

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  26. Aww... I love my mommy :-)

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  27. I miss those days with my girls too. So poignant Myrna.

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  28. I miss those days with my sons, too. Life speeds by way too fast, doesn't it? This is lovely, as always, Myrna!

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  29. This is so lovely, Myrna....such precious memories. And now her little girl gives you butterfly kisses!

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