Into the Sun


Mom and daughter hands, outdoors

Why do you hold my hand so tightly? 

‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you silly.

But I’m not goin’ anywhere.  I promise.

I know you’re not, but I lost you once before.

A long time ago, when I wasn’t

much bigger than you are now.

house inside tree

You don’t remember, but I let you go

on a cold winter’s morning.

As I lay in bed listening,

your hand slipped from mine.

When I looked back, you were gone.

Temple in Angkor Thom

I found you lost in the forest of shadows,

wandering in shame.

You don’t remember, but you were crying,

unable to get past the demons

haunting those ghostly woods.

Then, hand in hand, we made our way back to grace.

And I promised, to never lose you again.

Mother and her child holding hands in heart shape framing on nat

©2016 Brenda Baker

A poem inspired by a post that I wrote last October before I started writing poetry: Empty Spaces  

13 comments on “Into the Sun”

  1. You never cease to amaze me with your talent. It is both a joy and preblish to be able to enjoy such emotion expressed in such a way that the reader continues to relate to week after week. Thank you do very much. A true breath of fresh air!

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