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To My Son. ~ Monique Minahan {Poetry}

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When you are an old man, my son

I hope someone caresses your head sweetly

I hope someone thrills to kiss your soft cheeks

I hope someone is gentle with your fragility

I hope someone is patient with your age

I hope someone listens to your heart beating

As I do now

 

I hope someone calls it a privilege

To feel your exhale on their skin

To see the light behind your eyes

To hear the joy in your laugh

As I do now

 

When I am gone and you are an old man

I hope someone holds you up

I hope someone holds you close

I hope someone wipes your tears

As I do now

 

I hope your spirit is as fierce,

Your eyes as hopeful

And your heart as open

As it is now

 

I hope when you look in the mirror then

You see what I see now:

Your true essence, that radiant glow of life

That will light your way when age dims your eyes

 

It will guide you home when you get lost in the world

It will set you free when life blocks you in a corner

It will brilliantly light you up at the end of your life

As it does now, at the beginning.

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Chantelle Jun 1, 2014 12:27pm

Aw that's really something. I think those things when I gaze upon my son as well.

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Monique Minahan

Monique Minahan is a new mama who believes in peace over happiness and love over fear. She’s convinced we’re all setting an example whether we choose to or not, so let’s choose to. In her free time she teaches yoga and documents her efforts at living an authentic life here.