Child
Posted on Jun 20th, 2007
by 
Catherine
Catherine
for Lilliana
child
do you know I used to tell you my secrets
all those days, before you were born
we travelled light, you danced and played
I tried not to laugh, as you kicked and spun
you were born with eyes that knew more
with a body that did not want to sleep
with a hunger of stomach and spirit
that I have sometimes struggled to feed
oh I did make you some promises
I’ll hold them, keep them, see them through
I did not know that each year’s winding curves
would differ so from what the maps did show
lately I’ve come to spy on you, your growing seeking ways
your height and grace, tempt a knowing smile
for you have always danced in the breeze of time
with a wild eyed grin and a mountain’s strength
so carry on surprising me, for you know where I love to dwell
home is your heart and a pool of wonder
your vertigo vigor
and tsunami love
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
child
do you know I used to tell you my secrets
all those days, before you were born
we travelled light, you danced and played
I tried not to laugh, as you kicked and spun
you were born with eyes that knew more
with a body that did not want to sleep
with a hunger of stomach and spirit
that I have sometimes struggled to feed
oh I did make you some promises
I’ll hold them, keep them, see them through
I did not know that each year’s winding curves
would differ so from what the maps did show
lately I’ve come to spy on you, your growing seeking ways
your height and grace, tempt a knowing smile
for you have always danced in the breeze of time
with a wild eyed grin and a mountain’s strength
so carry on surprising me, for you know where I love to dwell
home is your heart and a pool of wonder
your vertigo vigor
and tsunami love
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
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childhood
August 2008 
In two months, my eldest daughter will pack her bags and leave home for college - far, far away. We've always been close. There was no adolescent rebellion. I will miss her so much.
This poem speaks to that part of me which is happy and sad all at the same time. They grow up so fast! I'm going to show her this poem.
“home is your heart and a pool of wonder”