Jeannie Flinn Furlong Poet Free verse

My Child

My child…

My child newborn
	Feels earthly warmth
	My joy abounds.

My child now young
	Hears yes, no, maybe
	My sky’s the limit.
	
My child gains stature
	Sees viewpoints, images, illusions
	My world surrounds.

My child still cautious
	Speaks mirrored words
	My heart swoons.

My child reaches wider
	Investigates with why
	My brain electrifies.

My child examines afar
	Investigates with why
	My being sparkles.

My child now wiser
	Thinks balanced wants more
	My presence explores.

My child grows adult
	Remembers related times
	My love abounds.


	September 18, 2020
              For Piipar and Robert

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Joe Kidd November 18, 2020 at 7:12 PM The world we live in is active, constantly changing. We are at home when we acknowledge and accept this reality in our own lives, and when we rejoice when we observe it in the lives of those we love. I really "got" this poem.

Thomas Wells November 18, 2020 at 2:50 PM Hello Jeannie, This is a lovely poem. Regardless of one's age, I think everyone has an inner child. In order to love and accept one's self, I think it is necessary to connect with one's child. Here you beautifully chart it's evolving nature. Thank you for sharing this!

Beata Agustin October 21, 2020 at 7:40 PM Thanks for sharing this, celebrating motherhood in your poetic way. God bless you.