Muddied hands || a poem

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 *This poem was inspired by a writing prompt from Exhale, an online community for mamas who love to create in the margins of motherhood. The prompt was to take a picture of someone and begin your piece with “I want to remember you this way.” I had just pulled out my camera to snap pictures of my kids playing in the mud and so this fit together perfectly.*



I want to remember you this way
muddied hands, messy bangs
crouched and focused
where from dirt and water
imaginations bloom
and fairy houses form.

I want to remember you this way
crooked front teeth, wide smile
laughing and free
where time is limitless
and bordem begets creativity.

I want to remember you this way
sun-kissed freckles, sea blue eyes
safe and held
where gravity and love tether us
as we sit beneath the trees.

Comments

  1. MarySeptember 24, 2024 at 10:55 AM

    Kim, again, you have written something so beautiful. This is a treasure.

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    1. Kim LilleyOctober 24, 2024 at 7:44 AM

      Mary- your every comment bolsters my wavering confidence.

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