Sleepyhead - Awake!

Come on sleepyhead awake!
With gentle sun kissed clouds,
he moves, legs and arms
of impetuous youth,
the gleam of childhood
still on his form, as he
instinctively climbs for comfort
of early morning hugs
and almost like the babe he was
he smells of freshness
like sweet picked apples,
smooth and soft.
I'll guard him for now
until the angular form of
manhood creeps and steals him from me.
Those morning hugs
becoming just a floating memory
that swirls like leaves
in winding lazy streams.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-04-05 at 11:16

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A beautiful picture of the love for our growing children in the midst of becoming grown up .. it went straight into my heart and I know the feeling ...

kath xxx

An applaud for you. I also love waking up little ones with kisses and hugs. They look so sweet and innocent. Your poem portrays just that!

Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle...beautifully written...all of it...and even though you
Moms don't give us Dads enough credit, I assure you that
this loving dad had very similar emotions and have similar memories...

I particularly liked the lines,
"just a floating memory
that swirls like leaves
in winding lazy streams."

Sad, lovely, loving and so true

xxxx Daddy and/or Grandaddy...xxxx Stan

Rob Graber
A touching insight into motherhood... Enjoyed this!

Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
Very fresh and vivid descritions. You made me feel like a child again. I remember too, the warmth sweet reassuring embrace of my mother. Great write my friend!