I sent a love-letter
this morning to one of my sons
and I thought How pleased
he will be to get it,
and I thought
how pleased I was to write it to him.
I sent a love-letter
this morning to one of my sons
and I thought How pleased
he will be to get it,
and I thought
how pleased I was to write it to him.
that really makes me smile.
The simplicity of the statement (thank you for noticing it) reflects as accurately as I can the simplicity of my relationship with Rafael, my first-born. When my three children were young I loved them all but felt I was in love with my 2nd son (and still am) and worried that the others might feel cheated.
Then, when I lived in Vancouver, Rafael, his wife and their first child came to live in Seattle, I saw them all more often and found that I had quite fallen in love with Rafael as well, and either he felt the same way simultaneously or he responded to some change in my behaviour towards him and we have gone from being father and son to being, in my view at least, brothers.
Thank you, 'Mother,' who knows 4 (?) times over how I feel about my son.
Purity of the atmosphere/air in this poem is such that whatever actual distances between Rafael and you, it feels as if you see each other's contours and depth, or mirror each other, harmoniously... Love at its highest... only to sense it makes me light and in love with you both!
Love me, love my son - only in the latter case your experience might be like mine when several months intervened between visits and I found I could no longer hug him chest to chest but had to stand on my tiptoes and reach up! He's 6'4" and so broad-shouldered it would take two of me to get my arms fully around him.
Each year on Valentines day I write each of my children a long love letter and really go overboard with all of my gushy love for them. I think it's a wonderful tradition. The older ones are returning the favor now, and each letter is a treasure.
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I love it, Jer, good work yet once more.
Last edited by Scheherazade; 12-29-2009 at 06:44 PM. Reason: refering to a deleted post
"real
loneliness
is not
necessarily
limited to
when
you are
alone"
-C. Bukowski
How wonderful! And I would like to imagine myself looking over the shoulder of your heart as you write (and receive) the next few.
You must wait for your kids to have children of their own (as I did for mine) before they will fully understand how much they have given you, above and beyond what you hoped to give them.