Thats deep! Thats all i can say. This is a real good poem 5/5 well done

Yaki*

All I can say is absolutely wow. This is such an incredible and touching poem, I don't really know where to begin. I've read this now three times in a row and I still trip up on what I really want to say, so pardon my rambling.

Your first stanza rings true for every mother I think - at least the end of it - children grow up so fast, they are never babies for very long, and sometimes you feel like you miss everything if you've only missed but one moment. The beginning of the first stanza broke my heart but overwhelmed it with joy - children are hard, boy are they, but they're such a blessing and such a show of grace and mercy. Beautifully penned here.

Your second stanza is riddled with imagery of a woman who's body has definitely changed - proof of womanhood not only on the inside with the swell of her heart for this child, but also on the outside - hips that never quite are the same away, and breasts full of milk - I like how you chose to make them sound intimate almost - swollen moon. It gave it a beautiful feel rather than an "ew, your boobs are full of milk, that's gross". You made it a beautiful thing, because I think breastfeeding is - it's such an important bonding ability with your child.

Third stanza kind of made me laugh a little, because I kept thinking of raccoon eyes - just so exhausted looking but they still have that little bit of twinkle because.. how can you truly lose that?

The ending just melted my heart - so often babies save people, and it sounds like this one did. It's amazing that some parents could give a crap about their children, and then children have children and they will do absolutely anything for them. I think this is a beautiful, beautiful tribute for a mother, and also a very honest and realistic one. This is absolutely gorgeous, Yaki. Your wisdom has pulled throughout your poetry once again, and tugged on my heartstrings. I can't get over this piece.

I LOVE this, Yaki.

I thought for the first moment that you are going to talk about your ex's girlfriend or something. I thought you were talking about them in love, I mean, out of jealousy. But it turned out to be something so cute and truly enjoyable. I adore everything about this, just everything; starting from the way you titled it with some mystery till the very end, where you wondered and...I was completely in awe. I am in love with everything about this piece. I admire the way you described him while being nrused, it's just so damn tender and it burns within me something I really don't know what it exactly is, as I've never felt that tenderness. I was overwhelmed like never before. You know, I'm going to tell you a secret, haha, I dream of having 12 babies when I get married, I'm going to love them so much and they are going to be so cute and they are going to have big cheeks, lmao. I adore babies, especially those with that freakin' awesome laugh, God...I am totally speechless. With him having teeth of course, it will hurt, haha, but what a lovely image, Yaki, you are amazing, just simply amazing.

'her hips are wide
like the street of opportunities
that awaits patiently,'

You always turn the slightest of things into a wonderful image, I see in your poetry stuff that I pass by, almost, everyday and only in your poetry I can feel them. You are a hell of a poetess. I love the play on words, such as 'patiently' and 'patient'. The idea that she doesn't find time to wash her hair because she is too busy taking care of her baby is such a hearty and intimate picture you've just painted in my mind. I love the way you similed her eyelashes as black blankets, and that through pain and crying (rainy days) they never lost their color. God, how I feel related though I don't, haha. I just feel this poem is deep enough for everyone to relate to, Yaki, what the hell are you?

'she picks him up and I really can't
tell

who's holding who...'

My god damn favorite part. Too many times I have seen mothers holding their babies with their soft skins and their voices, they look so tiny and breakable, lol, but never truly felt them, I don't know why. In this piece, I felt like being a mother, really. (Though I'm mad at their daddy, haha) Awesome poetry, keep them coming!

P.S. Hey there, why don't you get enough with only three poems a week because I only have three votes? ;P

"I dream of having 12 babies"

ARE YOU INSANE?

Oh thank the lord I'm just Yaki and not your vagina. :| God safe you soul, your womb and your life my child x0x00x0x

Lmao! Bahahaha- I cracked up. Come on, what are you going to do with your vagina after the age of 30 except for having children out of it. Lmfao.

Nothing, I'm going to be a nun.

Well, good point! lol

Did I really write this...