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Sixteen years

My darling boy
Everything for you
More precious in the offering
Blossom trees
A sunset
Birdsong or cloudscape for the lifting of eyes… of life
The ocean in any mood and motion
A new day or warm memory
Laughter, green eyes and corkscrew curls
All these good things
Multiplied, brighter, sweeter more complete
When shared with you
Whose being I have nurtured and cherished from a cell
In these years of bewilderment and passion
you are so commonly lit up like a bright beam
intense and animated
How my heart glows in response,
echoing your wonder and my joy in you
And, as is the want of offspring,
reaching out for everything... away
You look outward from your origins,
your genetic code directs it so
And when the journey finds you
Nailed with loss, or overwhelmed
I am impotent to do the thing
that every fibre of my mother being screams with urgency
to bring to you
Peace in your heart, if not joy
Wisdom and insight
Life renews continually
Loss makes space for new experience
Comfort is illusive if you seek it in a closed door
Turn your face skyward
Rest where hearts would nurture you
Love is always here for you
My cells made yours,
and your cells crave the roller coaster thrill of youth’s addictions
Driven by the chemicals of sharing
with parameters of ‘peer’ so clearly marked out
My heart, a background thud that would sustain you
above the very demise of my own breath
if it came to that
What can I offer
when your need is only spent in aching doubt,
on one uncertain, perhaps uncaring?
So patience and constancy reside
should they ever have the option to contribute
The everything of my life is you - ultimately
Not love as you might seek it consciously just now
but simply
Everything for you

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Motherhood, teenagers, how we'd love to give them all the hard won wisdom & experience... but we cannot, we all went through it, rarely words, love or reasoning can take the place of experiencing... & learning. Ok found a typo & split some of the lines to shorter ones, hope it's a bit better, I know there is still an occasional longer line, I just could not find a way to break it up & still portray the import of the line... any thoughts?
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Part way through I thought you might have been talking about an autistic child, but then again most teenagers seem a bit autistic [smiles gently].

Not my cup of tea as poetry, but authentic and warm.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
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Thanks Jess, I can't see you getting into this, so thanks for being patient with it... To be honest I've been thinking lots about you in this challenging time (teen years are such a shitty time for angst & heart break) as a mother who had a pretty crappy time of it as a teen, it's bloody hard to watch it. Parenting is very different to what it was for us (assuming you are around my age group/generation) & I feel one thing that really helps depression is writing & increasing your own ability to articulate yourself. I see you as someone who has a wonderful grasp of language, it's a thing I really value. Wondered about your perspective on that.

My son is quite passionate about human rights & wants to be a journo, the foreign correspondent stuff is his goal ... John Pilger the epitome of his inspiration, I'm sure you relate... tough stuff though, & a person's psyche would take a beating exposing so much human tragedy, so I worry for him. I want to encourage him to write, even possibly join Neo, but he's pretty cagey about stuff he writes so far (song writing mostly, apart from stuff at school) , I was too.

Don't feel you need to "solve" any probs here, just respond if you have any ideas you want to share around that stuff. Otherwise, no problem.

Cheers

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Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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Wip wep wob...:)
Ah I knew who it was immediately and I think you are a super mother to have, so understanding and loving at the same time, two gifts that all mother's don't possess enough to understand the difficulties of teenagers and how they have to try to break away to make their own lives, always a tug, but if one is lucky and sensitive to their thoughts and deeds, they come back later and can become such wonderful lifelong friends, the love having never really left you, although it felt like it.

Here am I Ann with no children of my own, but I have a good enough imagination and have seen life close hand, so I too understand. All you protégé's are lucky to have someone like you as their mother Anni
A worthy poem indeed. May all learn to understand you as you should be.
Annushka.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

Dear Ann, thank you for your confidence & praise... There are times that terror reigns inside for fear of my offspring's wellbeing... or just that awful unceasing ache of unknowing, of doubt, could I, should I do 'whatever', differently etc. Motherhood is as much about controlling our own need to intercede as it is about active interaction, I find the former the most difficult, but have seen in so many kids, the damage that can do. & as for my other kidlets, I fret as much for them in different ways & will never really be able to settle into a comfortable place of mothering I suspect, there is so much grief & anguish attached to any aspect of mother for them, & so much desire to be good for them without imposing my own version of mothering... but having said that, there is much joy also & I know that much of my mothering has been richly valuable & even appreciated (yes you may gasp) by these young otters.

As for you, you have nurtured & contributed to so many young beings that it is well balanced in the end, regardless of your own sense of "motherhood", I am certain your contributions to the kids that you have worked with & any that come into your influence could only benefit from your enthusiasm for life & unique perspectives & creative abundance.

For me dear Ann, you will always be an ageless cheeky nymph of nature & art who abundantly gathers goodness, mirth & inquisitive inspiration into a cornucopia that you rain the contents down from as you do your unselfconscious dance through the days & places of open hearts & minds. I suspect there is a secret fairy garden in any place you live where your kindred quietly keep an eye on their unknowing queen... you! The mother of pearly beauteous wonderment & generous with all.

xxx
Anni

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Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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From your words here, I see you as a fantastic and concerned parent. Your love and caring involvement shine through. All the lessons you learned as a child, be they hard one or easy come, do you credit.You are the guiding light in a young and growing persons life. The only suggestion I have is to break some of the longer lines into two. (your choice, always) I enjoyed the read. wish I'd had a mother with your grace.

always, Cat

p.s.

favorite lines:

ALL!

*
When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

Thanks for your confidence in my mothering Cat, you are right when you include the benefits of even the difficulties in our own childhood being an addition, but I worry that I worry too much (yes, have a chuckle at that!!!, I do!).... It is the hardest thing to stand back & let your child be in a situation you can see is going to hurt them (he is "in love" with a girl who is becoming quite careless with him & is no longer sure she wants to be with him, it's a normal part of life, yet I see how painful it is when she is unfaithful or dishonest... urghhh. I love that he is faithful & caring, but wish he would find a partner who reciprocates... blah, blah).

Yes, I did actually go through & slice some of the lines up previously, but I suspect it still needs more... I guess this is more of a prose write than poetry, because I wanted to keep the lines as part of a sentence rather than capitalise the line I separated, the Poetry/prose workshop is already generating so much thought & it has not even begun!

Thanks as always, for your consideration, always valuable & appreciated.

Cheers
Anni

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Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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... not my cup of tea. So, no thoughts on form. I have never used my poetry as a cathartic tool, but can't count the number of those who do.
This is what I thought as I wrote. Strange the directions our mind chooses to go at times-
Some years back (I had been married but a few years... 26 now) I worked for a Sears Outlet Store. The variation in age was remarkable, from children to the advanced in age. At a circumstance that had many of the entire crew in a room at the same time waiting to be able to return to the job at hand, the conversation slipped to children and I was asked how many I had.
Not IF I had children, but how many and how old.
I said none.
The next series of questions were concerned with "when".
Not "if" again. It was presumed I would be having children.
My response was never.
It was something of a blow to the conversation. Finally, someone was able to muster the nerve to ask "is it you or your wife?"
I knew what they meant, but by this time I was toying with them.
And so, "me or my wife what?"
And... "which of you can't have children? Are you going to try and adopt? "
When I told them neither my wife or I have ever wanted children you would have thought I had been speaking Klingon.
Some of them were never able to sort through it. I was explaining algorithms to people who could not count.
This probably makes no sense to you, but honestly, it's what I was thinking about when I was privy to your love.
It is nothing I understand, but I recognize yours.
wesley

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Wes, it isn't nothing, I completely understand... in all truth, having a pretty dreadful early life, I was not going to have kids. So when I got pregnant (married a few years myself, but not terribly happily), it was an absolute conundrum for a time for me (my husband not wanting to commit one way or another was the biggest deterrent at the time), & after deciding to go through with it (in the end the choice was - I would have the baby if I (not we) could be sure that he would be completely loved & at least have a good chance at being happy & contributing something good to this world... he is & he does, so it worked out well), I would walk around in awe as to how so many people could possibly have made this incredibly potent choice... realising, of course, the majority do NOT make that choice, they just do it because it's what you do, or they want to be loved or various other more or less creditable impulses.

I put so much heart & soul into my decision, I completely relate to your reaction to those people that seemed to take for granted the act of bringing another human being into the world... Now I shall away having been inspired with a topic to write my prose workshop piece on!!!

In a way, it makes the stakes higher though Wes, my son was nurtured with seriously conscious good intent, somehow, I think he would always be more precious to me than if it was just a matter of course thing.

Anyway, probably opened a can of worms here in regard to unplanned pregnancies, parental intent, unspoken inference to possibility of abortion etc etc. I have worked with too many damaged children & adults to bring a child into the world that has not been wholesomely loved & cared for, & as a single mother for many years, I realise now, it was never an issue of the answer I was most concerned with (that both mother & father be committed), we all just need at least ONE person in our lives from birth that really cares for us unconditionally. If a child doesn't have that, they often struggle with the will to live I think, or end up damaging others, would anyone really want to go through with a pregnancy that would lead to such suffering?

Anyway, ta for reading & your very valid issue here!
Cloud

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Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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Crap!, I've done the verbosity thing again!

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Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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in a deep dialogue like this, you can expect every word to be read.

When I critted you for verbosity I assumed your own intelligence to decide when it is appropriate and when it isn't.

You decide.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

I know, but I do truly want to practice being more succinct, there is a balance between wanting to share all the stuff you feel about stuff (for some of us, like me).... & it is sharing, I love reading others reactions & thoughts too..., & in being courteous because most of us don't have unlimited time here, & whilst we want to honour others & read comments, it may mean we miss out on others... it's a sort of greediness sometimes, perhaps more of an indulgence really, or can be, I feel.

I do try to pick my more verbose responses & match to those who seem ok with it, but overall, getting more succinct is a really worthy challenge for me.

No problem
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Anni

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Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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I write my poetry to give and I write my critique to do the same.

It is all just a matter of how best we can express our generosity. I totally acknowledge that you have a lot to say when you say a lot, it is just a matter of, as you said, the readers time and ability to absorb it.

This is quite different from the wankers who type on trite, repetitive, sentimental, irrelevant rubbish. You know who I mean and I don't include you amongst them.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

Oh Anni write relevant prose here and I read every word,
(She may say a bit much in praise, but that's her style,
she is so generous and warm towards people :) )
there re many today who can only read a paragraph
and get tired,
I don't feel they are here, if they wish to be poets,
then they have to read.

I think that the length of a comment is irrelevant.
Skaal Ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

No sentimentality or fakery.

Go for it.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

I agree Jess, but assure you, there is NEVER any fakery in what I write, I only ever had trouble with that with one person long ago here who felt offended because I didn't constantly praise their work, it just only impressed me on occasion... I write what I feel, true from the heart & never JUST to please, though I don't think that is harmful, sometimes I wonder if you think that is harmful Jess, am I wrong? I don't think it makes the place "soft" to contribute in positives... though I have always admitted that I am sometimes a bit of a coward when it comes to saying things that are not positive... That's why I signed up, very happily, to the Feedback workshop! It takes all kinds, I'm not so good at the stuff you are, doesn't mean I can't appreciate it when it is good, or desire to cultivate it in myself. Do we need to have a workshop to define what IS a "real poet"? Chuckles!

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Anni

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My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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For you Anni,
I suspect that you already are doing these things.

http://www.prayerofateenagersparent.com/

~Anna

Thanks Anna, I watched this in the middle of the night (wee small hours), it was spot on, & I don't think we can ever go wrong with a bit of reminder & sense that we are living in a community of people who also wish for these ideal perspectives for our kids...

Sadly, I had made the mistake, when I was driving my son to the station, of letting my anxieties rear their ugly head too... I KNOW it was not the "right" thing to do, I was tired & menstrually challenged & wanted to cry. I didn't, but I didn't just listen & be patient as much as I know he needed, I begged him to talk to me (useless) & listed my concerns (most ineffective & burdensome for him!), & I'd been so patient all week! So my penance is to watch that clip twice a day to remind me... sigh! The only thing worse than going through that crappy stuff, is watching your child do it!!!

Greatly appreciated just at this point Anna, thanks

Anni

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My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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So glad you survived woman! I have no doubt you were hugely appreciated & loved... Now we feel the same about you here!

Anni xx

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Anni, Barry and I went to a panel discussion of the book, House of Stone, by Anthony Shadid, a war correspondent & a two-time Pulitzer Prize winner for his articles on Middle East affairs in the Washington Pos & NYTimes. He died at 43 from an asthma attack so he never made it to Cleveland Thursday to promote his book. It was mainly a discussion on his humanity, his integrity and compassion and his book, of course. He was loved and respected by many people world over. I'm sure your son is already aware of this remarkable man that set the bar very high for journalism.

As far as teenagers, my best friend would tell me that one day my daughter would come back to me as my best friend. She has. My son, never strayed that far away, always was a boy of integrity and quiet strength. You gotta just love 'em. They're grown up wayyyyyy too fast. Only a little while ago, they were babies in our arms, right?

~A

Thanks Anna, I will point him in that direction, he is heading way out deep into the REAL world at such a young age, most of his peers are still playing computer games & more immediate things (which is fine for them), he's always been out there with his worldliness, I am so proud of him... He is great with me usually, it's a shock that he wont talk to me about his heartache, I feel slapped... but bad luck for me... it's his thing, at least he has some good friends he talks to, & he is aware that they just listen because they haven't yet experienced what he has yet... It'll be ok, I know.
But thanks Anna, it is comforting to hear things like that

Anni xx

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My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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I read this poem and then started reading all the comments - so interesting everyones take on the same block of words!

I have 4 sons and I loved this poem,:

'And when the journey finds you
Nailed with loss, or overwhelmed
I am impotent to do the thing
that every fibre of my mother being screams with urgency
to bring to you
Peace in your heart, if not joy
Wisdom and insight'

I recognise the feeling these lines conjours up in me, that ache of wanting to see them spared the knocks of life. With my first son and his first girlfriend, he was 17 and she split up with him, oh my God!! I would cry in the bathroom about it, he was so gutted, and he kept trying to revive the relationship.
It was painful to watch and all I could do was stand by. I really got stuck in his pain, until one day I thought, how the heck am I going to survive all these teen/20's years, with 4 kids to go through, if I indulge myself like this?!! So I got a grip on it, and it was detected by my son, who had never seen me crying over the whole incident, but must have felt the weight of it all in some way, so my son recovered from his pining almost immediately after I got wise to my carry on!!

So yes, they will survive and be stronger for it if you let them, and as a mother, its bloody great to see them grow and be able to cope with the ups and downs without crashing.

Thanks for a lovely read

Regards

Lindsay :)

This same 16 YO has just turned 23, has made a great choice with his current partner whom he has moved in with (plus his best friend from 5th grade!) & he's just started his paramedical degree at uni... It's a rocky ride & there were quite a few bumps such as this poem laments. Since then I have 2 more "Step-kids" & that brings complexities all it's own, since their mama died when they were 7 & 9, a couple of years before I met them - different ride for each - Definitely the best we can give them is our consistent compassion, but drawn from our own courage & strength, as you clearly learned early. This was written years ago when I was writing a bit more than recent times.

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Anni

My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"

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