Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Club Of Complications
Aus der Serie “Madonna & Co”
The child is in her arms
And I understand
The smile on her face,
The concern in her brow,
How she is so careful with
The round, round head of her baby
Plastic car seat
Molded to fit a human being
I have seen her tears,
The ones mothers shed,
Those real ones.
I have witnessed her past tears,
The ones children use,
The fake ones.
She will use both.
She will experience both,
To raise her child
I have lost all my tears
Except the quiet ones who
Slip out a little yelp
When silence
Lifts its veil, so
I can see a face
I know too well.
That face is not necessarily mine
But, a conglomeration of
All faces I’ve know
Or thought I’ve known
Hers
Mine
My old lover’s
The baby’s
The food I offer her
Warms her belly
Seasoned, spiced, for life.
Her baby sniffs at the smell
Not ready to join
The club of complications
Taking tears into many directions.
Instead, real need
Forms, as a goofy smile
A raise of the eyebrows
A wrinkle of the forehead
Quickly she places a bottle
Full of formula into the mouth
Of those expressions.
We all recognize gifts.
There are times when I think
My palms are too heavy.
That they don’t belong
To my hands, weighed down
By the attempt to raise them.
I watch with interest
As her baby waves hands
Like feathers, air, free
I can remember when her hands
Performed the same movement
Did I hold them down?
When I was too busy trying
To relinquish the heaviness
Of the course life, a direction?
Ahhh, but it’s all light and movement
Weights, worlds, and smiles
While tears perform.
I eat solids now
Perhaps there is more
To gravity than apples falling
Orbiting moons, twirling galaxies
that seeps, deep
Through the fabric of skin.
And that painting, playing
Wondering, writing, crying
Is a continuous attempt
To raise our hands
Through the cloth, to….
Shake them about in a fury,
To see how weightless our hands
Become during the time
It takes to complete a few rotations
Around an insignificant sun.
That just happens to be
The brightest one any of us know
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Elan Mudrow 
Beautifully written. It carried me across so many moments of my own life. Thank you for the gift.
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Thanks Nancy.
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Your blog is addictive.
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huge, yet so small…
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Tenderness enfolds your images. Lovely. ❤
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A lot of depth and simplicity in your lines. Tears and apples.
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That I am. I’m also, good at reading hearts. :0) I taught myself to read at four, as I was sick and in bed for that entire year. My grandmother was a writer and poet who raised me on poetry. I love to read the language of hearts.:0)
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Yes, you are a good reader.
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Captures the fullness of life, the dark, the light, happiness tinged with sorrow. Very beautiful.
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i like this one love it
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Wow! I am so in love with it 😀
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It’s the nose I liked about the statue.
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So thought provoking. Memories of my own sweet babies, their expressions, and mine. The statue looks so pensive.
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Thank you!!!!!!!
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Beautiful!
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Fly the dreams comment echoes my thoughts exactly. Such a pensive poem to end the day with. Thanks Elan.
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Evoked some wistfully pleasant emotions about parenthood.
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Beautiful. I love the line “perhaps there is more to gravity than apples falling.”
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thank you
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So hauntingly, beautifully melancholic.
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Very nice. I really liked this one.
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