Daughter Fall


Look!  Another Dawn!  Only this Dawn is a  Nor’easter by the ocean while I’m a Midwesterner next to the wheat fields.  And, OH!, you should see her beautiful photography!  You can check it out on Instagram, but also on her blog site at :  http://enthusiasticallydawn.com/  Believe me, you won’t be disappointed. This poem of Dawn’s is truly a mother’s heart.  As always, disclaimer here.  Enjoy!

Daughter Fall

(Letting Go)

I held my tongue,

for the ride

with great restraint –

swallowed hard the lecture

I’m sure by now

you know by heart.

As we turned the corner,

late again

stopped outside the

front doors-

quietness kept me,

firm in its gentle grip.

I watched you enter the building

hoody over curls,


refusing the crackers I offered,

nauseous from the drive

and coffee.

You asked me

to drive by the beach

on the way back home.

The gray clouds rolled across the sky

while orange gold and red


licked the trees


a silent knowing.

I want to keep you from all of the pain

of living-

we get out of the car,

walk toward the lapping waves,

I realize the impossibility-

breathing  clean, salt air

brings clarity and I

see your hidden strength


You walk toward the gull


I watch you,

see horizon expanding

beyond you


Sky, water, earth converge

beneath your feet,

a million grains of possibility-

one leaf

reminds me- it’s Fall

and I wonder why

 the season of dying

is alive,

 crackles with beauty…

every day the same


a continual

 letting go.

Used by permission.  http://enthusiasticallydawn.com/

Author: dawnlizjones

Tends toward TMI, so here's the short list: guitar and banjo (both of which have been much neglected as of late), bicycling (ibid), dogs, very black tea, and contemplating and commenting on deep philosophical thoughts about which I have had no academic or professional training. Oh, also reading, writing, but I shy away from arithmetic.

7 thoughts on “Daughter Fall”

      1. Oh, so sorry that I misunderstood! It is a beautiful poem, however, and a good selection by you to share.

        I’m no poet either, but my mother had several children’s poems published. She was a teacher and just a big “kid” herself. She lived to be 86! Bless her heart!!

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