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A Rising Son on Christmas

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A Rising Son on Christmas

Eternally waiting for the second coming 
a mother's heart flutters weakly, slow snow fills the dreary sky
the cars snake hypnotically forward twinkling red and gold lights
the sky is full of travelers hoping for a soft landing    mother's heart flutters
slush streaked and faux-fur wet, bedraggled entry to the terminal obtained
terminal, once inside the reality of the name  brings clarity to the wait
the stale high rise air twitters with sparrows, I perch as do they and wait
plastic benches hold little Christmas cheer, the blackboard rolls 
flight 231 from San Francisco    mother's heart flutters  DELAYED
Starbucks may be the only star in this evenings sky
french fries grease the tile floor as a small child feeds the birdies
Deck the Halls blares fresh from the can, a longing for cotton balls rises
Soon soon I will see him again, the only egg we'd put in life's basket.
The Black board cycles and flight 231 shows NOW LANDING
a mother's heart flutters    scarf and glove in hand  the gate exit sought
Like action figures each weary homebound traveler springs
into the waiting arms of Mother or Father or the total gaggle
of loved ones squealing and waving their arms
mother's heart flutters   home, home again,     my son.

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  1. Date: 11/29/2012 7:34:00 PM
    Awesome reading Debbie, I love it.

  1. Date: 11/21/2012 12:15:00 PM
    Nope. Ignore that last stutter idea. The flutter is so much more perfect in that last line. I'm going to try for a short soup mail, since she's actually SINGING right now.

  1. Date: 11/21/2012 12:13:00 PM
    Okay, this is RICH and easy to identify with, for so many. Now, cause I read a "please let me know typos in comments is okay" Okay. :) Check all your repeated Mother's heart flutters (which is great - love the repetion) you're missing a "T" and, in another, an "S" and in another an "apostrophe S"... you know, what may also work? The word stutters instead of flutters. This poem touched me in a lot of way, Bet. (Girl is still happily talking to her toys... playing... BLISS... )xox Dee

  1. Date: 11/21/2012 7:40:00 AM
    Beautiful write on the anxiety and happiness which can be seen on a mother's face on the arrival of her son. You have given a wonderful touch with the arrival of a flight and thank you for your comments on my Poem. Love and best wishes..Ravindra

  1. Date: 11/20/2012 12:43:00 PM
    Flight 231 has delivered your son. The race you have run feels like you have won. As children and birdies fade into the sun. The longing is over with heart filled content. A mother and child's love is so heaven sent.-