Mister Pop, Snapshots of my life

Our new family balance

Copyright Marie Kléber

I like days spent at the park just outside home. Kids playing. I love watching them.

I remember the first time we came here, his first steps on this ground. He would not let go of my hand. He’d rather like me to go down the slide with him, make sandcastles and build games with leaves and chestnuts.

Now as soon as we step inside this space, he is running towards his friends. If nobody is there, he’s confident enough to play on his own or make new friends.

When I stop and take the time to look at him, I breath in the knowledge that we found her balance by walking at our own pace.

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Mister Pop, Snapshots of my life

The two of us

Copyright Marie Kleber

Holidays are behind us already.

We spent time together. He spent time with his friends. He made new ones and let some others go.

We let time flow without wishing to hold it, like we tend to do the rest of the year, fearing to lose it doing nothing of interest, feeling trapped in hours that go too quickly before we know it.

Holidays are the time we needed. For us. For us a a family.

It’s tough sometime to be just of the two of us. Some days are hard for him I know. He told me so. He would like more people around. He would like to live with noise and mess, laughs, toys scattered all around the place, diners with many stories to be told.

But we ought to do with the cards we have in hands. I don’t wish to live with “if”. We are building relationships on strong basis and we are always happy to do things together. Most of the time, we’ll do our best. For the rest, we’ll go with the flow…

Mister Pop, My midnight blues, Snapshots of my life

Mother and Son

Copyright Marie Kléber

I’d like to hold on to

This moment

When you wake up and smile

When your skin touch my skin

When your sleepy eyes find it hard

To adjust to daylight

When you rest between my arms

Peaceful, serene and calm

I’d like to hold on to

These precious minutes

Mother and son bonding time

This poem was written as part of a poetic collaboration initiated by Neha from the blog Forgotten Meadows – Theme “once more”.