Sleeping Baby

The cycle of life

Sleeping  baby. 

Sleeping  child.

Waking teen

going wild.

Barely legal, 

young and free,

judging parents 

like you and me. 

Grandma waiting 

for the news.

A momma crying 

as baby coos.

Mother young 

relives her past

with a sleeping 

babe at her breast. 

Reviews

[Neville]

this is precisely what you say it is my friend, a simple, flowing demonstration and dedication to the cycle of life, penned near to perfection

Neville

[Papaya]

This is so very sweet, Cherrie.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Ana :)

[Papaya]

You're welcome. :)

[emmajoy]

How did I miss this, Cherrie? For mothers, time must past pretty quickly at times, precious times from arms filled to arms empty .. sadness mixed with absolute pleasure. You've written this in such a way I feel as if each word or each phrase is yet another portion of passing time. And, then, dear friend, you close with those last four lines.. ...

Beautiful writing, fragile, sad but... memorable, Cherrie.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you,
I'm glad you liked this one. It's one of those poems that spring up out of nowhere and you have to hurry to get it on paper.
And I could see my life and family in each line.

[emmajoy]

Strange how that happens, a gift from nowhere that comes before it arrives! Yes? zzz now..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Such a playful nature bout this poem. The shortness of the poem is perfect in displaying how fast life can feel like.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Short poem= Oh man I wish I had thought of that.
:) thank you

[Robert Trakofler]

I love the rhythm in this and the rhyme it lends itself to the circular feeling of the story of the cycle perfectly! all clever writing in this one. Us male bunny's only get to look from the outside in wonder of the cycle you mothers create which is sort of a hint as to who is truly the fairer sex is in the bunny's eyes

[Cherrie Palmer]

It's funny how you can know a thing without ever thinking about it. One day after I had my first grandchild my grandmother looked at me, and with a little suprise in her voice said, "you're a grandma," and it was an awe-ha moment as my mother, grandmother all three sat together.

[Robert Trakofler]

a beautiful snapshot!!!!!!!!!!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes, they're both gone and those memories are dear to me.

[Einstein Noodle]

your form struck me straight away ...after the title ... who does not love a sleeping baby!? ;) the short precise lines form a column ... something strong buildings are held up by ... the theme is universal and easy to follow ... the intimacy i feel in this starts at the first line ... builds .. and throws that "wild" teen curve ball ...parents know so well ... and many times swing and miss :( but we play the game .. find out the rules as an after-fact ... and love those grand babies ... and carry our own pain as well as our childrens' ... beautifully ... simply .. emotive for me .. well done says i!
E.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Kids don't understand that their parents are new in their roll too. Cause no matter how many kids we have each one is like the first time with new rules to play by.

[Einstein Noodle]

so true .. no book can be written ... but most make it eh!? lovin' on ya Cherrie! :)

[Jimmy Yetts]

For some reason, this piece saddened me.
Maybe it's because grown children no longer seem like your kids; they've somehow quickly morphed into mere close acquaintances.
Eloquently written, Cherrie.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Maybe if we done our part well we are no longer the center of their world, but hopefully a still needed part.

[Fabian Franco]

I like how minimal this is but with a very clear story from beginning to end it is truly the cycle of life

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Fabain for stopping by and taking the time to read my poem. It really means a lot to me.

[kentuck14]

Cherrie,
Nicely done! Sometimes these vertical poems are meant for a piece like this. Yes . . . the cycle of life!
Tom

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Tom :)

[R.E. Ray]

Cherrie, in those few short lines you took me back 25 years, seeing this unfold in my own family. Truly a gift to create such a scene with so few poetic words.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Ray, it played out in my mind as well.
Seems like yesterday to me and for my grandkids it is just that.