she promised he could walk the cat
as if she had a right to say
who walked and who stayed
sleeping
holding her hand created worlds
of security and strange powers
even if the cat disagreed
hung over his small arm
edgy
isn't that what a mother does?
yes, she was sure it was
though it had been a long time
since she had held his hand like
this
there were others-- so many
and he sometimes thought
they knew him better than his busy mom
ever could, knew the way the cat
sang
there were others-- so many
and she sometimes thought
they knew him better than his fragile mom
ever could, knew of his conversations with
cats
only cats ever understood him
his gentle touch and small talk
and they could read each others movements
in the size of each others
eyes
was she even really there they both wondered
or was her shadow the thing left moving
against the walls and the wooden floors
crouching among the petunias of idealized
lives
Blessings and Love - Micke
Ron
-gene.
Your interpretation of the painting, Michele, in my opinion, is uniquely conceptualized and, to this reader, clearly traces a child's need for security and comfort (on one hand) fused with a desire to reach out, touch, explore, and understand those things that he can seemingly befriend and prevail over, (on the other hand).
This is intelligent and lingers as a sweet fragrance.
Blessings ...
B r a v a !! xOx Pea xOx
EDWIN
hugs
fee
Lin
Enjoyed the poem AND the painting. EXCELLENT!
Blessings,
~Linda
You've become THE 'poem'teller here on the AD.
Doug
lives."
warm endearing poem! You are vry insightful...
Love,
Eileen