Poem #10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

Sophie shooting in Waimanalo at dawn.
Sophie shooting in Waimanalo at dawn.

Generational Shift
By Paula Bender

I count her fingers, I count her toes,
I smell her cheeks, I kiss her nose.
My heart swelled when we first met.
Becoming a mother took away my breath.
As my daughter grows and becomes her own person,
I must deny the urge to provide diversion.
For I wish to stall her growing independence,
Because I am desperately clinging to being a parent.
It isn’t fair to hold a child back from life.
It isn’t fair to prevent them from experiencing strife.
But is it fair that a mother’s love should be so frail?
That motherhood subsides and the need for her pales?
My hope is that when she is out on her own,
Our bond forges deeper, our love has grown.

Poem #10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe. #writing201

Author: lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Learners Coordinator and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

2 thoughts on “Poem #10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe”

  1. This is beautiful, Paula! You’ve captured the essence of how a mother feels seeing her daughter grow up. I love it.

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