Sacred Store
These moments of yours are sacred
each and every one
a precious piece of all that is you.
Happy, sad, singing, yelling, laughing, fighting –
all part of all that you are
and all that you are yet to be.
You move much too fast for me,
fighting to grow.
I can hardly savor the moments,
never mind try to store each one,
remembering every detail
and sorting every memory
into exactly the right place in my heart.
Happy, sad, singing, yelling, laughing, fighting –
all fall into place.
A moment will come when you walk
a little farther away from me,
ready to take on the world
with all of the wonderful – beautiful – strong that you are
until you come home again and again
And each time I will hold within me
my sacred store
of all that is you.
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Beautifully expressed.
No matter how much time passes, some people, experiences and moments are always treasured & will remain sacred no matter what…
Thank you so much for sharing your wise words on my Blog & for enriching my posts. Really appreciate it! 🙂
Thanks, Anita! I enjoyed your posts – bold topics always produce great discussion.
Western society teaches us to deny the unpretty emotions such as sorrow. We are supposed to stuff these feelings to avoid being inconvenient to others. But as you so wisely say, all these things are part of us.
This is a beautiful poem and bittersweet to me as I am an empty nester but for my herd of cats. One of my sons struggles hard in life although he is extremely intelligent because of his psych issues. But I still have to give him autonomy. It is often agonizing to let our children go, even though we know it’s best for them.
Hi, Dolly. You’re so right about the less than pretty emotions and how we are often expected to squash them. But I have always said that every moment of our lives makes up the person we are right now and so for better or worse, each moment shapes us.
My nest is not empty, but I sometimes catch myself hurtling into the future and thinking about the day it will be. Time is fleeting for sure but like you said, we have to teach them to fly so they can. No bird stays in the nest forever.
These beautiful verses brought back so many memories of my own children growing up, Lisa, and just as you note, I treasure those memories all the more now that they are grown up adults, gone off on lives and adventures of their own. The good times, the happy times, the sad times, the mad times, have molded them into wonderful beings that I am so very proud of – loving, caring adults that take good care of their Mother! 🙂 Enjoy those precious moments and moods, as the growing up happens in the blink of an eye. My children are both nearing 40 now, and I can remember myself so clearly at that age! This was lovely, thank you for sharing with us at Two Shoes Tuesday!
Thanks, Josie. I’m so glad to be finding things to share at TST! It’s really exciting for me – haven’t done this kind of writing in a very long time. So thanks for hosting and for bugging me to jump in there! 🙂
Unrelated, I can not figure out why you and Dyanne always end up in my spam folder, despite the fact that you both visit and comment regularly. NO idea. But I do get a little excited when I see a notification in my spam because I know it’s likely to be one of you!
So beautiful, Lisa! You captured how I feel about my kids and now my grandkids growing up so fast and yet I’m wanting to savor every minute.
Thanks, Jerralea. It is such a mix of emotions – excited to see them grow, yet wanting to halt that process completely!
Why do they grow so fast??
I don’t know. If I figure it out, I’ll let you know.
Beautifully penned! 🙂
Enjoyed reading this piece!
Thank you, Daneshwari! I enjoyed writing it. 🙂
Beautifully written, and this poem captures how I feel right now! I like how you used the refrain – happy, sad, singing…- in the first two stanzas.
This seems to have hit home for a lot of people, Julia. Glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for the nod to the refrain.
And this just underlines how excited I am for my two to come home for Christmas! Any day now and the house will be alive with laughs, giggles, shouts, screams and pure joy. Can’t wait!
Sounds like a great time, Kelly! I think my Daughter’s excitement makes me even more excited!
This gave me chills. All that a mother feels.
So true, isn’t it?
If I didn’t already know you’re a mom, Lisa, I would definitely know after this poignant piece!
Yeah, it kinda shows, doesn’t it?
Lisa, emotions are so sacred, and with special ones the bond is so strong that distances does not dither them 🙂
Very true!
Very well said. Mother’s hearts must be bigger than normal mortals.
Ah, so true, Patricia!
What joy and sadness there is in having children. No matter whether they are close or far away when the grown up you still yearn for the days when they were dependent upon you. Beautiful post.
It is a bittersweet process for sure!
The love for your daughter is so beautiful and this poem is a sweet expression of that love. Those memories last in the sacred store of our hearts.
Thanks, Val. It’s been quite a while since I stretched my poetry legs, so I’m enjoying the opportunity.
Nicely put. I wasn’t expecting to read a poem today, but I fully support it. This gave me something to think about since I’ll be entering parenthood soon. So many things to anticipate, but I’m really looking forward to it.
Poetry is a bit of a deviation for me in this space, Steve. I’ve had some opportunity to stretch those muscles lately and I’m kind of enjoying getting back to it.
I have a feeling you and your wife and going to be awesome parents!
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