the edges of myself

words, words, words

your perfectly unprotected form

defenses down, exuding innocence

and beauty– the gentle curve of

your shoulders– a silent tribute to

adolescence and a boy who still peeks

out from behind the eyes of a man.


the soft rhythmic movement of

life rippling through your cells–

each one perfectly formed and

singing in concert– professing their

oneness silently

at the top of their lungs.


there is no piece of you

i don’t want to hold– i’d

carefully cradle each individual part–

sing it to sleep and keep it safe–

carry it through the night–

safe from demons and monsters.



cannot touch you in my arms–

and if it tries– you will not have far

to seek refuge– simply rest

your head back–

and soften your senses

into mine.

4 thoughts on “softening your senses

  1. Cubby says:

    What an absolutely splendid poem about a mother’s love. From start to finish, it exuded love and security. Beautiful. Reowr!

    1. mandycregan says:

      thank you, sweet one. the funny thing is– it’s not about either of my kids– but the man i love, but i’ve had to reread it now– and it of course could be about my kids. it’s funny the way devotion takes shape– and the many different ways in which we can love a partner.

      1. Cubby says:

        Yes, I see now that I misread the last line of the first verse, transposing it into the potential of a man within a boy/teenager. Beautiful either way.

  2. mandycregan says:

    honestly, it’s what makes poetry so amazing. we all take what we need. love it. thanks for your awesome words, as always.

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