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Friday, December 19, 2008

Let Me Hold You Longer

Let Me Hold You Longer
a poem
by Karen Kingsbury

Long ago you came to me, a miracle of firsts;
First smiles and teeth and baby steps, a sunbeam on the burst.
But one day you will move away and leave to me your past
And I will be left thinking of a lifetime of your lasts.

The last time that I held a bottle to your baby lips
The last time that I lifted you and held you on my hip,
The last night when you woke up crying,
Needing to be walked,
When last you crawled up with your blanket
Wanting to be rocked.

The last time when you ran to me still small enough to hold
The last time when you said you'd marry me when you grew old.

Precious simple moments and bright flashes from your past
Would I have held on longer if I'd known they were your last?
Our last adventure to the park, your final midday nap
The last time when you wore your favorite faded baseball cap.

Your last few hours of kindergarten, last days of first grade,
Your last at bat in Little League, last colored picture made.
I never said goodbye to all your yesterdays long past
So what about tomorrow? Will I recognize your lasts?

The last time that you catch a frog in that old backyard pond
The last that you ran barefoot across our fresh-cut lawn
Silly, scattered moments and bright flashes from your past
I keep on taking pictures, never quite sure of your last.

The last time that I comb your hair or stop a pillow fight,
The last time that I tuck you in and pray with you at night.
The last time when we cuddled with a book just me and you,
The last time you jump in our bed and sleep between us two.

The last piano lesson, the last vacation to the lake
Your last few weeks of middle school, last soccer goal you make.
I look ahead and dream of days that haven't come to pass
But as I do I sometimes miss today's sweet precious lasts.

The last time that I help you with a math or spelling test
The last time when I shout that "Yes! Your room is still a mess!"
The last time that you need me for a ride from here to there
The last time that you spend the night with your old tattered bear.

My life keeps moving faster, stealing precious days that pass
I want to hold on longer, want to recognize your lasts.
The last thing that you need my help with, details of a dance,
And the last time that you asked me for advice about romance.

The last time that you talked to me about your hopes and dreams
The last time that you wear a jersey for your high school team.
I've watched you grow and barely noticed seasons as they pass
If I could freeze the hands of time, I'd hold onto your lasts.

For come some bright fall morning, you'll be going far away
College life will beckon in a brilliant sort of way
One last hug, one last goodbye, one quick and hurried kiss,
One last time to understand just how much you'll be missed.

I'll watch you leave and think how fast our time together passed
So let me hold on longer, God, to every precious last.

5 comments:

Inspire said...

A beautiful poem. But for so many parents in these difficult economic times, their kids are going to the community college instead of going off to college. One person I know has lost all but $800 of her son's college fund that she invested in the market. Mine are still living at home because they can't afford to live on their own. Now I'm praying for daughter in laws and grandchildren.

lynnrush said...

NICE!!!! Thanks for sharing this!

Travis said...

Wow, Amy. Thanks for that gift. Merry Christmas.

gzusfreek said...

Tears. I am not a mother. I hope to be one day, but I feel a big hole at times like this.
I do have a nephew that I was very involved with raising so I can relate in that way. I can't imagine what those feelings are like as a mother, because as an aunt they are crazy intense.
Thanks for sharing the poem, Amy.
Hope you are well!

Brenda Susan said...

As the mom of sons in their 20's this hits home, especially at this time of year. We are a household of adults & that changes the holiday a lot. Don't get me thinking about the last school made ornament or last hand made card!