what we take with us//preSents

prissi

prissi

.

pajama flowers with their buds
still closed, chestnut hair
in tousled curls, she smells
of peanut butter, mumbles words

that could be any language,
morning stretches across the kitchen,
softly purring, unambitious
to move anywhere, a moon,

as sleepy as my daughter,
rolls along the window sill, leaves
dusty traces on the pane,

apple slices for her müsli
line up in a neat row on the bar, next to
last night’s wrinkled tea bags,

“we’ll write a four hour test today”
“what subject?”
“german, a debate” i hug her,
“you’ll be fine”
“hmmm, yes”

car key in hand,
i scratch moon dust
from the window, pack an orange &
the soft touch of her lips
into my bag,

then silently, as not to disturb
the planet’s changing of the guard,

close the door. behind me.

.

just an early morning moment with my daughter.. smiles.. karin has us writing presents/presence today.. wide open field… see you at 3pm EST at dVerse..

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52 responses to “what we take with us//preSents

  1. LOVEly! Such a beautiful tribute to a special daughter, much like her mother I am thinking. You have given us a gift with a glimpse into these private moments. The fleeting seconds when are children are so young and innocent are a building blocks to warm memories.

    You are both fortunate indeed!

  2. Beautifully done.

    Prissi takes after you with that beautiful comfortable smile – what natural presents you are to each other.

    Have a wonderful Christmas.

    Anna :o]

  3. What a beautiful write about the special nature of those early morning moments shared with your daughter. They are definitely presents to be cherished……. Merry Christmas to you and your family, Claudia.

  4. wjat a lovely interaction between you…you have a beautiful daughter…and they are presents, small gifts…scratch moon dust from the window….sure it is not residual magic from your words? smiles.

  5. So sweet. Made me remember the days when my daughter was still at home. What a present that was. And def could not ignore her presence. Your daughter is beautiful. So nice to write her a poem.

    Hope your weekend is full of presents.

  6. Aww… your daughter looks so much like you, Claudia. I really liked:

    car key in hand,
    i scratch moon dust
    from the window, pack an orange &
    the soft touch of her lips
    into my bag,

    I hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas.

  7. Poem lovely, as is your daughter…Merry Christmas!

    car key in hand,
    i scratch moon dust
    from the window, pack an orange &
    the soft touch of her lips
    into my bag,

    Love!

  8. An incredibly topical & touching & true sharing, for our children are both presents to us, and to the world, to the universe; loved the /pack an orange and the sweet touch of her lips into my bag/; classic romanticism.

  9. Oh, Claudia, these moments are gifts. Amongst the best available, actually. The love and connection smile off the page. The attention to detail, precious, as I stand in your kitchen and tidy up the counter while you and your girl bid goodbye.
    I am so happy to have read this.

  10. “car key in hand,
    i scratch moon dust
    from the window, pack an orange &

    the soft touch of her lips
    into my bag,

    then silently, as not to disturb
    the planet’s changing of the guard,

    close the door. behind me…

    Hi! Claudia…
    Through your very [beautiful] poetic words you shared a [very descriptive] and sweet moment between a mother and her daughter [Prissi, who is beautiful too!]…in the early morning as the planet change guard… too!
    Tks, for sharing!
    deedee 🙂

  11. i scratch moon dust
    from the window, pack an orange &
    the soft touch of her lips
    into my bag,
    __________

    There are times when other people
    hang on us like blossom
    from a tree we brushed by;
    their touch is the suck of sand
    as the ripples retreat, hiss,
    bid goodbye; their hair
    a sudden whip of city dust
    that makes us cry, and yet we
    remember their baby-scent,
    their bitter child-scent; their words
    a whole bible thrown at the sky;
    today belongs to you,
    it’s yours to hoard or squander,
    to bag and carry along,
    to give away, to loop
    over low branches
    for children to snatch away,
    to make a butcher-bird larder;
    today you’re my song,
    like a new child to me,
    I’m a car with its motor running,
    green door, leather seats,
    and an old grille grinning.

  12. A really nice memory! I wish you a lot of the kind during Christmas!

    Merry★* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ •
    •。★Christmas★ 。* 。
    ° 。 ° ˛˚˛ * _Π_____*。*˚
    ˚ ˛ •˛•˚ */______/~\。˚ ˚ ˛
    ˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ | 田田 |門| ˚

  13. Merry Christmas Claudia to you and your family, Thank You for all the joy you have brought to so many poets by generously commenting on every poem!! You are amazing!! and for making dverse poets pub such a cool place to hang out at !!

  14. A warm and loving portrait of your daughter, and of the way you two are together. Have to hang on to those moondust moments–they are the real Christmas gifts. Lovely poem, Claudia. Happy holidays to you and yours, and thanks for everything.

  15. love these lines –
    i scratch moon dust
    from the window, pack an orange &
    the soft touch of her lips
    into my bag,

    Happy Holidays..
    and now if i could only do that:)
    myrandrspace.blogspot.com

  16. What a lovely poem. These are my favorites:

    “pajama flowers with their buds
    still closed, chestnut hair
    in tousled curls, she smells
    of peanut butter, mumbles words
    that could be any language”

    “pack an orange &
    the soft touch of her lips
    into my bag”

    “then silently, as not to disturb
    the planet’s changing of the guard,
    close the door. behind me”

    She’s beautiful. 🙂

  17. Claudia … she is beautiful, then so are your words. I want you to know how much I have appreciated your words this past year. They are always weightless and lift one skyward. Wishing you a Merry Christmas season and a very Happy New Year.

  18. ….missed this when trying to catch up….your daughter is such a blessing and I know she is your heart…walking outside of you..beside you..ahead of you…and the joy you must bring to each other 😉 Happy new year..

  19. Those moments are treasures. Beautifully painted, as usual. Love the “scratch moondust from the window” 🙂 Beautiful daughter too, I see a lot of you in her

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