’tis wrestling season, my eyes close for 2 months

I listened last night
cresting waves
a ship
the gymnasium floor
covered in ocean blue and harvesting gold
home advantage
there you were
every time I closed my eyes
imagining the sea
rather than watching you twist and be twisted

my heart opened them
I must be like you
put myself out there
on the mat
face my fear, my folly, my foe, my friend
when did you become so you

my son

the little boy
I must one day
release into a hard world
with no soft wrestling mat beneath
should you fall
maxmy max is on the right, gold-stripe
so very difficult watching these wrestling matches
hoping none of these kids get hurt
but they do
must keep my eyes open

8 thoughts on “’tis wrestling season, my eyes close for 2 months

  1. Oh, I have missed so much in my blogging silence! I love this poem, especially as the mother of a boy…and your poetry book was published while I wasn’t looking! I am going there directly. Happy week before Christmas, my friend. – Fawn

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    • Oh my goodness, Miss Fawn – how are you!
      I hope you and your beautiful family are doing well๐Ÿ˜Š
      So many of us in the “madness” of the holidays – always praying for peaceful calm all around. Happy early Christmas in return!
      thank you for the book like๐Ÿ‘


  2. oh AM…..just getting to reading a bit. This expresses a mother’s feelings so well….wishing well for our sons as they face the world. Wishing we could cushion the blows we know are inevitable, some time, some place. When did they become men?
    Wishing you and your family the joys of the Advent season.

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    • Hi there, Lillian-
      ‘Tis funny – we’re all playing catch up. You more so, with your madcap traveling! Catch your breath, enjoy this beautiful season. (I’m trying to follow my own advice too๐Ÿ˜‰)
      Wrestling is such an intense sport. And Max is in that horrid heavyweight class – goes from 220 -285. There are some real giants. Max is big but they’re often bigggerrrrr. Yikes!
      As long as he doesn’t lose heart. He started wrestling in 8th-9th grade and he’s constantly coming up against career athletes. Well, he’s getting a tremendous life lesson.
      warmest wishes

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  3. Before either one of us forgets ๐Ÿ™‚ I like your Christmas green border here!
    I like this, AM. As I mentioned about the previous post, this has that urgent, of the moment, sensual (i.e., of the senses–listening, looking), warmth that I really love. Maybe it’s because these are feeling (at least to me) a tad more personal, you’re putting yourself out there, on the line, or rather in the lines. (Ooo, I like that!) Geez, I just looked back at your poem and realized you even “wrote” that: “put myself out there.” Anyway, great, great.
    And doesn’t Max look in control, ready to toss that kid to the floor like a champion wrestler! And terrific photo, too! Go, Max! Go, AM! ๐Ÿ™‚


    • I tried hanging tinsel too๐Ÿ˜‰
      thank you, DS – watching the son out there, my heart pounds uncontrollably and I want to just pull him off the mat – and say let’s go home and watch, “The Little Drummer Boy” –
      he’s learning
      I’m learning from him
      man, these boys, intense sport with loud rowdy crowds…
      it is personal and I can’t help but think, I need to be more like him with my own work
      thank you for your kind words
      and as always, your spectacular support


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