Poetry by Izzy Thomas
As We Age
Bird’s sweet song
daylight squeezing
through the crack in the door
There are lines
imprinted on your face
from the cars
you cling onto all night
so dearly
“Up”
“Mama”
you say
as I lift you to my heart
feel your sticky warmth
and
kiss the rosiness
of your cheeks
When you are
nineteen
I will admire the rosiness
from afar
remembering your
arms around my neck
And when I am
ninety
you will be the one
lifting me
my cheeks will be
pallid and sunken
but
my heart will be full
Dandelion Dance
Every time you spot a dandelion
you do a magic dance
I help you to free
the fluffy wisps
Every dandelion that springs from seed
is a reminder of you
I Am (A Mother)
I am a ship
with broken sails
running aground on rocks
I am a racing car
(your favourite)
veering off course
trying to reach the finish
I am a horse
saddlebags overflowing
with your precious things
I am a pillow
a safe haven
for your soft curls
I am a circus performer
juggling motherhood
and everything else
I am a mountain to climb
but you
you will move mountains
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