For Theodore, aged 3

How you

made me laugh today
when you brought out a train
to put in a car park we had made
on the garden seats

and how I made you laugh
when one of my cars rolled off
into the hole where the garden umbrella
will sit when summer arrives

and how your eyes met mine
and in that moment
you taught me
that these are the treasured things
that I can still do and
all the other stuff doesn’t matter
because love is the key
and yours pours out from you
like a gushing waterfall
a glistening bright sparkly one
that flows and flows and
doesn’t stop at all.

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63 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jane Thorne
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 09:17:51

    Magic moments, captured in your magic words…thank you Chris for this moment. ❤ Xxxxx

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  2. mishunderstood
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 09:22:42

    Beautiful! I could visualize the treasured moment.

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  3. leamuse
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 09:34:11

    Oh Christine, I cannot respond. It seems the old eyes have developed a leak…
    Truly beautiful and Theo is a lucky boy!

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 02, 2014 @ 14:23:12

      Thanks so much Lea. I am in my happiest place when Im playing with any of them, but Theo spends a lot of time with us and he and I seem to have that special something between us. 😊

      Love
      xxx

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  4. Starralee
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 09:38:27

    Ohhh, this made me misty-eyed–very very precious treasure, Chris.

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  5. harulawordsthatserve
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 09:47:37

    So sweet, so moving, what a beautiful tribute to the little ones and the little things! That’s magic:-) Love and hugs, Harula xxxxx

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  6. Angela
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 10:03:24

    Ahhh, yes, those moments when we catch the light of another’s soul in their eyes. And with children it is often yet to be clouded with life’s lessons. So beautiful, Christine. You have captured this moment like a photograph of words. Much love. xxx

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  7. Peter Wells aka Countingducks
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 10:26:17

    Beautiful of course. You may have difficulties, but your qualities of observation and ability to extract something precious from a moment are getting richer and richer.

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  8. Libby
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 10:41:58

    Very beautiful and moving, I’m wiping the tears from my eyes as I comment. What a moment to treasure for you both.

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  9. Through My Eyes
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 13:04:26

    Children make us aware of the simple things that are so important as you said in your poem. This is beautiful and moving Christine. Bless little Theodore and his nanna xx 🙂

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  10. Janette moran
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 13:50:53

    ‘The waterfall when we went to tropical world’ this is what Theodore wanted to tell you when I read the poem to him again just now. I think this is a beautiful poem, thank you for writing it, we will treasure it along with the others xxxx ‘ufgxrgftgfyygghuggggyyyyhhhytgyyyyttyvgg ggvgg vhbhhfhvggghgytgggggygggtttttgg’ ❤

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 01, 2014 @ 14:02:51

      Aw bless his heart Janette! He is such a treasure; they all are. Theo is my greatest source of poetic inspiration; poems for/about him just flow all by themslves! Tell him thank you for his lovely comment after yours 😊 xxx

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  11. Cynthia Jobin
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 14:20:40

    That instantaneous meeting the eyes of a small child is truly love–no judgement, no quid pro quo, just beautiful recognition between two old souls. This is just lovely, Christine, from the title to the simple narrative of what was. You’ve captured it clearly and well, I think.

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  12. pepperandru
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 14:47:21

    I love this!

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  13. Laurel's Reflections
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 16:53:46

    Absolutely, breathtakingly, beautiful.

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  14. gonecyclingagain
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 17:10:51

    As someone who’s just survived his first week as the father of a teenaged daughter (!!!) I’m already looking back fondly on when she was that age and everything was new and innocent and magical. What I’m going to need to remember in the next few years is that, once made, the connection you describe so beautifully here can never be broken. And that even when there’s not much to like about the people we love, we still love them – unashamedly, unreservedly and unstoppably. I shall hold onto this one, Christine. Thank you. N.x

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 02, 2014 @ 14:42:19

      Nick, this is a lovely comment, thank you very much. And you are right of Course. There are many times during those teenage years and beyond too, where we will clash, but like you said the love is always there without question.

      Good luck!!! I must have known you for three years! I can remember you saying your daughter was 10! Wow, time flies,it really does 😊 xx

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  15. PookyH
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 19:15:22

    this is beautiful. He’ll treasure his for many years x

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  16. Minuscule Moments
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 19:44:46

    I love when I see words flowing and telling a story, how sweet is a memory and one you both can treasure.

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  17. Jackie
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 22:07:18

    What a wonderful poem! These moments are so special! I cherish ever one of my special moments with my granddaughter Olivia. 🙂 xx

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  18. lscotthoughts
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 23:20:57

    So beautiful, Chris, and I can just visualize this precious moment. It is true that children can be teachers, as well! 🙂 ♥ xoxo

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 02, 2014 @ 14:46:18

      Thanks very much Lauren! It was a very special moment. Some of them just stand out and this one did exactly that. Yes we can learn lots fom children, if we take notice! 😄 Love and hugs ❤ xx

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  19. greenlightlady
    Apr 02, 2014 @ 05:30:21

    Christine, thank you for sharing such tender and loving moments with us. The waters of love in your poem rival the beauty of April showers on flower petals.

    Blessings ~ Wendy ❀

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  20. bardessdmdenton
    Apr 02, 2014 @ 06:06:41

    It is the awareness, the observation, the understanding, honesty and sense of presence in the moment that reaches out from your writing, Christine, to the hearts that have the good fortune to share in it. You offer these moments with your little Theo truly for others to treasure as you do … and that IS a gift! Lots of love. XO

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 02, 2014 @ 14:51:09

      Thank you so much Diane. Some moments jest sem to stand out; maybe it’s when we are being paricularly mindful of hem, which shows how much truth there is in mindulness practice. It would be so easy to miss moments such as this if our minds were busy elsewhere.

      Lotsof love ❤ xx

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  21. SuzyHazelwood
    Apr 03, 2014 @ 18:42:00

    Aahh, how lovely Christine!! ❤ It so good when you have moments like this, they live with you for life! I can remember quite a few moments similar to this with my parents and my grandmother too, and they still make me smile now! I love the bit about the truck dropping into the garden umbrella hole. I can just imagine that – perfect landing, the laugh of the day! 😀

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  22. beckarooney
    Apr 06, 2014 @ 10:37:07

    Aww! A special moment captured beautifully, it’s times like this that make life complete. All the small things again! 😉 xx

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  23. kathryningrid
    Apr 07, 2014 @ 05:04:29

    So tender, so graceful, so gently joyful! Thank you for sharing the story, Christine! 🙂
    xoxo

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 07, 2014 @ 09:43:00

      Thanks so much Kathryn; I treasure all these monents even more than I used to. The fact that I never studied for a degree when I had the chance, and which was a life long ambition, has actually paled into insignificance now 😊😊x

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      • kathryningrid
        Apr 07, 2014 @ 20:00:24

        You have the same gift I saw in my uncle who, well into his 40s, finally “came out of the closet” as illiterate (he learned to read well and is an accredited literacy program tutor nowadays)—like him, you already knew the most important stuff, things that no amount of education and endorsement thereof can teach: love and mindfulness. Those together make the only kind of wisdom and accomplishment worth having. Your loved ones are blessed to have that kind of intelligence in their midst.
        xo

  24. journeyintopoetry
    Apr 08, 2014 @ 08:42:40

    Thank you very much for your kind words Kathryn xx

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  25. Betty Hayes Albright
    Apr 10, 2014 @ 23:37:56

    Christine, this is going into my list of favorites of yours – possibly the best ever. I love it!! Such are the treasured moments – to savor and remember. Those truly are the ones that count.
    Hugs to you!

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 12, 2014 @ 09:48:07

      Betty thank you so much for your lovely comment! I feel very moved by it. I just love spending time with our grandchildren and these special moments that ache to be written about are just so precious.
      Love and hugs xxx

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  26. Thomas Davis
    Apr 11, 2014 @ 20:45:47

    How do I always get so far behind Christine? I can only echo what everyone else says, this is a lovely poem. Grandchildren are wonderful for us. When you start doubting yourself, you should really remember this poem. Not for its content, as strong as that content is, but for its effectiveness. You have written twenty lines. There are no complicated ideas or tortured thoughts in any one of those lines. There is no language that either dances or groans. The language is direct and of good syntax. What is wonderful, however, is how directly the poem strikes at the core of who you are as a human being, and how that core in turn strikes at the core of who your readers are. This is a poem that really, really works. There are all kinds of ways that good poems work, of course, some through craft, some through the brilliance of the poet, some through mastery of language, some as stories, some as incantation and magic, and on and on, but there are few ways to make a poem sing powerfully to the human heart that are any more effective than what you have written here. A grandson and his grandmother playing with toy cars! Wonderful!

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 12, 2014 @ 09:53:33

      Tom, this comment of yours has touched me in a very deep way. You are getting to know me and the many doubts I weigh myself down with. I want to thank you for always taking the time to reply in such a detailed way, and for your continued and sincere encouragement. 😊

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  29. Jennifer's Journal
    Apr 17, 2014 @ 13:41:26

    Such a beautiful poem. I love the part where your eyes meet. New follower here, thanks to Kath Unsworth. 🙂

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    • journeyintopoetry
      Apr 17, 2014 @ 13:48:48

      Hi Jennifer, thanks so much for visiting and following my blog. It is very much appreciated. . I never wrote anything pre-diagnosis of MS. It’s quite strange how something so positive can arise from adversity. I make no claim to being a poet; I just enjoy writing 😊

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  30. Bette A. Stevens
    May 03, 2014 @ 15:56:08

    Beautiful!

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