I was actually kind of liking this poem until I had to do the couplets. This is the challenge for Day 20, which was stopping time, with a suggestion of loop poetry as a form. Loop poetry, I think, has potential for me, in some capacity, but not with the rhyming couplets. God, I’ve really soured on rhyming couplets.
Anyway. Here it is.
The days are long, but the years are short;
Short pants creep above chubby ankles
Hands turning door knobs, opening doors
Doors that are out of reach no more
Little fingers tying fly-away shoes laces;
Lacing my fingers through his unkempt hair
Hair cuts and lost teeth, bicycles and braces
Brace yourself for the day he’ll leave, too soon
I willed those sleepless infant nights move fast
Fast moves the future, becoming the past
I want so badly to hold him still and make it stop
Stop the hands of time’s impatient clock
One day he’ll refuse to hold my hands
Hands tucked in his pockets as he crosses the street
Streets I walked him down, chasing his shadow
Shadow of the boy I loved in every sideways glance
He will always be my heart’s greatest love
Love withstands time, this I am sure of
I know he will not be this young forever
Forever my child, a bond time can never sever
This is for OctPoWriMo, 31 poems in (ideally) 31 days. I’m behind, but I’m writing! You should too, if the inspiration moves you.