Art Every Day Month — Day 26

I was reading the Ornamental blog yesterday. I’m telling you, Nina Bagley is a treasure. She mentioned the I Am poem as a school exercise in one of her older posts. I long to write at least a little poetry for myself. I’m not overly comfortable with poem writing, so I decided to do the exercise. Here is my art for today, at least so far.

I Am on Thanksgiving 2009

Today, I am grateful and a little sad
I wonder if my son feels the same way
I hear the laughter of my grandchildren, if I think really hard
I see their smiling faces in my mind’s eye
I want to give them all a big bear hug
I am grateful and a little sad today
I pretend that talking to my grandchildren is enough
I feel so proud of my son’s military service, but I miss him
I touch the photos of him and his children sometimes as if I am caressing their faces
I worry that we don’t really know each other anymore
I cry if I let myself believe that
I am grateful and a little sad today
I understand that we see each other as often as we can
I say all that is within me when we talk on the phone
I dream of a time when we’ll be able to live close to each other
I try to make it seem as if we do now, even though we don’t live any where near
I hope that it’s enough
I am grateful and a little sad today

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2 Responses to Art Every Day Month — Day 26

  1. Susie says:

    Holidays can bring out the sad if we are not with our special ones. Even when we are able to share the time together sometimes it is a little bittersweet because of ones that have died or knowing things aren't the same as they used to be and soon everyone will be apart again. It is hard as children grow up and move away. I empathize with that. Sometimes I feel the same about maybe not knowing my son anymore even though we talk weekly, I don't get to be with him as much as I want. But I try to believe that I am just getting to know him in a different way–adult to adult–which is different than mother to child. We have a good relationship, but it just different than when he was at home. Maybe you and your son's relationship is just taking a new shape and direction. I feel sure he and his children feel your love and caring.

  2. Julie says:

    This poem is so sweet, touching and beautiful.

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