blonde and brown
heads bobbling
with energy
they, like arrows,
pierce the earth
with exuberance
never losing
their silly, boyish grins
as i watch them
jumping, bouncing
wrestling each other
on the trampoline
where they forget
brotherly offenses
i hope they never lose this
ability to get lost
in the moment
with laughter
and forgiveness
like dollops of rain
drenching the
thirsty onlookers
and me the memory of it
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner
Nice :) My boys are my favorite people to watch too. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteA fantastic play to Brian's prompt and a fantastic link-up to OpenLinkNight...two birds, one stone! And I loved having the chance to get lost in the moment too. The title is awesome, the moment perfection!
ReplyDeleteThanks Natasha, appreciate your visit and your kind words too!
DeleteWhat a beautiful share here! What fun to observe one's children having fun like this at play!! They will enjoy reading this poem some day.
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice thought Mary--hope they do. Thanks!
Deletei hope they never lose it as well...or i lose it...or lose sight of it even when my body no longer lets me...glad you brought this back around because i would have hated to miss it...i love watching kids esp...they remind me to act young...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI think I learn as much from them as they do from me...and I hope, like you, that I can hold onto these memories...thanks Brian, I so appreciate the opportunities dVerse creates.
DeleteI have two boys, too... and a daughter... and the joy I get when I see them connect like this... every mothers wish. Love this.
ReplyDeleteI so know what you mean...I have 4 boys and it is the delight of my heart to see them when they are connecting with one another. Thanks Laurie!
DeleteLove it, I wish we could all work things out in such a whimsy way.
ReplyDeleteSeems a lot of negative things could be avoided if we could, right? Thanks so much Quotes.
Deletelike dollops of rain
ReplyDeletedrenching the
thirsty onlookers
and me the memory of it
Terrific. k.
Thank you k!
DeleteI am a mother too so this is a joy to read ~ I hope your boys will always be close to each other ~
ReplyDeleteMe too, thanks Heaven--hope the same for yours. :)
Delete"and me the memory of it" thats a great way to sum it up i think, enjoyed this very much, brought back lots of memories.
ReplyDeleteThanks wood--glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteI still remember my boys like this! :)
ReplyDeleteNice memories :) thanks Rosemary.
DeleteYou carried me two decades back, when my three romped free... of so much. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kim--glad it connected you with those memories.
Deletewonderful. i wish we could remember the simplicity of forgiveneswhen we were children and take it with us throughout our whole lives.
ReplyDeleteMe too...thanks so much nephiriel.
Deletesuch a beautiful thing to get lost in the moment...just enjoying...yeah..don't want to lose this as well...and where i lost is, wanna get it back..
ReplyDeleteYou're right Claudia...if I lose it...hope to get it back for sure.
DeleteWhat a lovely moment to get lost in... lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much!
DeleteBeautiful. I've written several about watching my boys, then watching my grandchildren. Children are wonderful to observe!
ReplyDeleteI agree Marbles, thank you!
DeleteGreat capture of a shared moment, a wonderful memory to file away.
ReplyDeleteThanks hedge--think I will file it away to keep.
DeleteJennifer, I think play, for all of us at any age, takes all the rough edges off our orneriness. This was precious to read.
ReplyDeleteI agree, play can be a great reset button. Thanks for reading Jody!
Deletethere definitely is something magical about watching children. a very cute piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you RMP.
DeleteIt amazes me how children hurt or make eachother angry and them forgive with the next breath and move. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThat is intriguing to me too. Thanks Dark Angel.
DeleteWhat a wonderful poem, fills me with nostalgia as I think back to when my girls were little.
ReplyDeleteReally glad you enjoyed it Lisa--thank you!
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