The Pull of Souls

Poetry

Photo by Tim Hüfner on Unsplash

when your eyes turned brown —
you gazed up from my breast
and we saw each other deeply
as the pull of souls

knowing we’d evolve language
words falling from your mouth
you were born a poet
from a shared dream

this time around
I was meant to be your mother
and you, my sweet darling —
my teacher

the memory sealed in amber
a treasure of spirit
that I return to again and again
over these thirteen years since

For my son, Elliot. It is difficult to find the words to describe our always-evolving bond.

Samantha Lazar 2024

Many thanks to Wry Welwood for this amazing prompt:

Birth and Other Mysteries

Here is an oldie, but goodie, also about Elliot: