Friday, May 30, 2014

Shopping with my Friend (A Mother's Gaze)


She stands, arms
outstretched under
fluorescent lights,
holding up
the empty shorts,
the t-shirts and tanks.

Her mother-eyes focus
on what is not there,
gauging the cloth's
ability to hold, to hug,
the ones she loves.

Her gaze is fixed
just past the things she holds,
imagining the shape
of belly, theigh,
chest and shoulders,
practicing the maternal art
of reconstruction.

We cannot see
the child she sees,
we do not know his dimensions,
all we can see is the love-struck gaze
that brings someone into being
out of nothing. 

This post is linked with Five Minute Friday.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful! There truly is nothing like the love of a Mama.

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  2. Thanks Kelly. Great mental picture.

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