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| Silhouetted by Times Square |
Time
It's as if I'm looking through a keyhole,
the two of them silhouetted against a future bright.
One looms large, admired, fedora tilted over one eye.
The other? Innocence, unaware of flaws in his hero.
Youth demands attention; I make excuses,
my heart tender, understanding both as only a mother can.
If only the hero can comprehend,
for a moment look down, truly see how similar they are.
How once he filled my minutes and hours
with words. Does he remember I listened?
Know I still thrill with the wonder inside him?
Youth needs a hero and he's been chosen.
My youngest and oldest;
boy and young man upon a threshold.
Hero can lend a guiding hand, provide a key
for frontiers yet to be explored.
Worship won't last forever - nor should it.
But the honor, for as long as it is offered,
is a gift few ever receive.
by Margaret Bednar, January 27, 2016
This is for "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Bits of Inspiration - Keyhole" hosted by Susie Clevenger. (and will be posted for participation at Midnight, Jan 27th)
Also linked with dVerse Open Link Night #166
Had a fabulous week long trip to NYC - stayed right next to the Empire State Building. My daughter was interviewing to drama programs at colleges - already accepted into 2!! Decisions have yet to be made. We enjoyed the closing down of the city streets due to winter storm "Jonas", enjoyed numerous Broadway shows and had a lovely day at "The Metropolitan Museum of Art" with my oldest son.
My oldest son loves his younger brother dearly, but often does not understand the importance of spending time with his younger sibling - how much it means to my youngest son who truly is excited every time his older brother's name is mentioned... Both are highly creative, talkative (I mean TALKATIVE) and highly enthusiastic - and they can wear one out. I wish my oldest had a little more patience for his younger "mini-me".
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26 comments:
As a mother this so tugged my heart. I can identify with seeing these roles being played out! Beautiful, heartwarming poem. Your trip sounds marvelous!
Written as only a mother can! so touching and the photo
captures your words to a 'T'!
Very interesting perspective...loved reading this...!
What a GLORIOUS photo, truly a moment in time, captured, and a beautiful, loving poem about your two. You truly have a remarkably talented family, Margaret.
Beautiful photo, and something perhaps only a mother behind the camera can capture. Your poem is so very touching.
This is so touching, Margaret! I love it.
Oh, I love this. Your photo speaks your poem so well. Such a loving look into a mother's heart and observations. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt.
I love this part:
"One looms large, admired, fedora tilted over one eye.
The other? Innocence, unaware of flaws in his hero.
Youth demands attention; I make excuses"
... and the last stanza.
Restricted view through that keyhole. But he sees what he wants to see. Looking through the key hole, the hero may seem very insignificant compared to the skyscrapers.
I'd have loved to have been in NYC when you went. When I think snow in Central Park I always think of Santa stuck there with his sleigh in the movie, "Elf".
Congratulations on the daughter's education chances. I have a friend whose two sons studied drama in NYC. One has as PhD and now teaches drama at a Texas college. The other has some roles and supplements his income by bar tending in NYC.
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I really like this... finding a story in an image, make it familiar, to project it on yourself... and yes if just the hero could see himself more often in the chubby face.
luv the perspective from a mothers heart
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much love...
Wonderful photo, poem and story.
The love of a caring mother!
There is something so enchanting to revisit a good poem and read it again. Truly the adoration is a gift... But does the here really see it before it's too late...
Such a lovely write :D
First of all, I really enjoyed the photo of your two sons! Secondly, how wonderful that your young son has such a good role model in his older brother. I am sure the older one doesn't quite understand the importance of his role. As a mother, I can see that you understand both!
I love the touch of the fedora. :)
Lovely to be visiting Times Sq, Broadway and all. No sibling rivalry is desired for.
Hank
Lovely to be visiting Times Sq, Broadway and all. No sibling rivalry is desired for.
Hank
"...a gift few ever receive." And a pleasure that lasts for as long as we can remember it. ♥
I felt like a bit of a peeping Tom, reading this. In a good way...
How lovely to see the brothers bonding during the trip ~ And I hope your family enjoyed the trip Margaret ~ Have a good weekend ~
Does he remember how you listened...? You can be sure it has made a difference in his life and who he will become with his own children. The way you treated him is , no doubt, how he will grow.
I enjoyed the honesty and openness of your poem. I have two sons, who are extreme opposites in so many ways. Underneath it all, however, they hold the same values and beliefs. Maybe that's what they have to find in common. :)
Hero
sMiLes
aT Brother..:)
You gave us a piece of your soul in this Margaret.
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