Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…


Once, when you were a tiny infant
asleep on a pillow on my lap,
a spider wandered too close and I brushed it away.
I remember wishing I could always be there
to brush aside anything that might cause you harm.
You were young then and so was I.

But you grew and were not the coddling kind.
A rebel with a sense of humour,
a dreamer with a streak of realism,
as stubborn as the knots in your hair that we both
cried over as I wielded the brush.
I remember hoping life would not throw you anything
you couldn’t handle.
You were older then and so was I.

As a woman, you discovered the world I’d been living in
and the revelation brought us closer together.
Promoted to mother, you began to see things
through the same lens.
And you shone. And you shine.
And I know that no brushing aside of life’s troubles
could have taught you how to be who you are now.
This you learned on your own.
We are older now, and perhaps a little wiser.

Happy birthday, darling daughter.


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4 thoughts on “Michelle

  1. Tony Crafter on said:

    PPS: At the risk of sounding ‘uncool’ I have to say that I’ve always loved the Abba song ‘Slipping Through My Fingers’ which expresses the theme of one’s child growing up and all the precious moments that go with it. Every time I hear it, I well up inside (what a silly old b**ger I am!)

    Right, now that I’m in Abba mode, I’m just going off to play ‘Dum Dum Diddle’, that does it for me every time!

  2. Tony Crafter on said:

    Lovely! Sums up exactly how my wife and I feel about our 2 daughters! And isn’t this what poetry is all about? – putting emotions into words in a very special way that strikes a chord of empathy with the reader. And you do this so well.

    PS: 3/4 of the way through your challenge! You realise dont you thay you’ll never be able to stop at Christmas?!

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