This week's poetry prompt came from the fab TFE, and it was to write about an image from the Photograph Prose Website. Other bus riders will be found on the TFE site @ http://totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com/
Cheated a little bit this week, as when I checked out the photoprose images, I seen the image of a young baby and it sort of reminded me of the poem I did a couple of weeks back. Anyhow, I had to change the poem a little, so here is the new version.
Connections
You are all grown up now,
but I still remember you small,
squashed up little person,
tiny hands that gripped my fingers,
trusting eyes that never questioned.
A bond that followed from the womb,
ran through each part of me,
and like a lioness protecting her own,
I breathed you in, kept you close.
We go back to a time before language,
our ancient bond that never faltered,
as I watch and keep you safe,
until the end of time.
