mamma's boys
once I was a cowboy
a rambler, vagabond
impetuous child-laugh
at anything mundane:
once I was afraid of
darkness and cold
hidden things that
snatch me away.
the upturn mother's
grasp, the guide
of reason, discipline,
possession
allowed it all and
kept it within reach:
kept the edge in sight
and safely at a distance.
Poem ©2013 R. Burnett Baker
B/W photo shared by Tess Kincaid
Color hands from a photo taken by my brother Ron Baker of our parents Betty and Gene, 2009.
Truly enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a very wise mom, not a suffocating love one that allows for trials and errors, as that last line says. I also really like that you added the pic of your parents hands.
ReplyDeleteSome sharp and astute writing...
ReplyDeleteYes we all need that guide and we discover our boundaries!
ReplyDeleteWell said
Hugs
SueAnn
The hand that rocks the cradle also gives guidance and support. Nicely crafted, and an inspired idea to add the photo of your parents' hands.
ReplyDeleteAs long as there's a hand to grasp..we will survive..really liked this a lot!
ReplyDeleteWow Rick...this is one of your best...excellent piece of writing...
ReplyDeleteOf course ... this one brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeletemothers no how to let the artist grow in a safe environ. and how we love them for that
ReplyDeleteLoved the whole thing (and the title) as I have two boys of my own. And yes, they are "mama's boys" :)
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