Lamp-Shadowed Moments
(Poem by Wendy Howe)

Countless seem the lamp-shadowed moments
of cradling arms and gentle creaking wood
where I held you, little one, soothing
an infant's fear and other cries
I barely understood.

Long hair burdened my shoulder
in loose and drafty disarray
while impatience weighed down my heart
with qualms of young motherhood
time could not delay.

Yet, the window's light always brought me comfort
harbored in the quiet of night's soot-brushed gold.
It fell upon me softly
warm and endearing
as the winds rose and the rooms grew cold;
chilling the spider in her shimmering web,
unsettling the swallow in his eaves-built nest
and icing the breath of woman who rocked
a child to sleep with twilight draping her breast.

Yet, to those moments I clung,
waiting, napping, then waking
like a candle's flame to a sudden stir of air.
Somehow all those feelings of joy, loneliness and doubt
blended into the solace of an unspoken prayer,
of an unsung lullaby
known only to the moon and her intuitive grace.
Countless seem the lamp-shadowed moments
as tears now flood the eye
and memory paints
this wistful expression on my face.

© 2011, Wendy Howe. E-mail:Wendy Howe
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Virginie est maman
(Drawing by Marie-France Rivière)


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