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You always make me never forget

i'm looking
in the rearview
and all i see
are your baby shoes
keeping time
with the radio
i don't realize this
at the time
but
i will remember this
always

you are sitting with me
on the front stoop
waiting for daddy
we are blowing soap bubbles
"big enough to catch a fat bluebird"
i can't get over
how much
this still makes me laugh
always

while i watched my world
collapse, sobbing
one September morning
you brought me
some toys
and instructed me to
"play"
pressing
your face
to my face
while patting my back
you didn't realize this
but by taking care of me
the way that I take care of you
made me so proud of you
i remain so...always

i'm looking
in the rearview
and now i see
 a bright, young girl
who looks a lot like me
your tennis shoes
keep time
with whatever's on
your ipod
i convince myself
that i can still see
your baby face
always.

For Mary

Peace ~ Rene

Comments

  1. Brian MillerApril 6, 2010 at 8:39 PM

    beautiful.
    i love kids.

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  2. Irish GumboApril 6, 2010 at 8:40 PM

    I can see that face, too...thank you, Rene.

    Heartbreak/beautiful.

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  3. AnonymousApril 6, 2010 at 9:19 PM

    This holds the universe in a pair of tiny shoes...

    Beautiful and haunting.

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  4. PearlApril 6, 2010 at 10:43 PM

    I have a similar memory, a small and sincere child pushing his earnest little face into mine.

    I so admire your ability to pack so much into so few words. Incredible.

    Pearl

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  5. Doris SturmApril 7, 2010 at 6:06 AM

    I love it! It makes me miss my daughter.

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  6. AnonymousApril 7, 2010 at 8:17 AM

    Love this. Thanks for making me think about my girls.

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  7. anonApril 7, 2010 at 11:26 AM

    I could almost smell the toddler version of my sons...
    Thanks : )

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  8. HelenApril 7, 2010 at 11:47 AM

    This is truly lovely and evokes so much emotion in me ... thank you!

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  9. BethApril 7, 2010 at 12:27 PM

    Oh, this brings more tears to my eyes!

    They grow up way before we are ready, eh?

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  10. cheatymoonApril 7, 2010 at 12:30 PM

    I was saying this last night to my boy... I still see the baby face.
    Gorgeous gorgeous writing.

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  11. Casey FreelandApril 7, 2010 at 8:43 PM

    Oh, sigh. So sweet. My daughters are the biggest pull on my heart. That's just how it is. Sigh Sigh Sigh. Beautiful.

    Cheers,

    SLC

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  12. GinnyApril 8, 2010 at 8:16 PM

    Beautiful, Rene. It brought me nearly to tears. I guess that tells you how powerful your writing is. You and Mary... what a special bond you have.

    ~ Peace!

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  13. JennyMacApril 9, 2010 at 10:31 AM

    This might be my favorite of all your amazing posts. I have a 3 year old so this really resonated with me. Beautiful.

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  14. Fragrant LiarApril 10, 2010 at 9:31 AM

    So lovely, Rene. I have four daughters and four different sets of tales like this, of which you reminded me on this fine Saturday morning, while they are all enjoying their own new tennis shoe tales with their own kiddos. That circle of. Life thing is pretty cool too. Thanks.

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  15. MichaelApril 29, 2010 at 1:04 AM

    this bought tears to my eyes too. :)

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