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Monday, April 16, 2012

Dreams Born Under a Patchwork Sky

                                                                                                           
We bury ourselves
 deep down 
as far as we can crouch in her twin bed

She has the covers up over our heads, because
"you can dream better this way."

My mama limbs are 
a tangle with the limbs of 
budding youth.

Skin, just beginning to show signs of wear
pressed up against
skin, just starting to live.

And we whisper
because wonder can only be spoken
in hushed tones.

She's clutching the worn velvet smooth
slightly yellowed pages of the books, 
the souls of my youth.

pages that through every little
 rip
crease 
dog ear

bear the history my childhood
mapping it out 
as if I had wanted her to find me.

And in this moment,
I don't know who's dreams,

hers or my girlhood's past,

that are making
 the air hot. 
almost stifling in their urgency.


My very dreams were born just like this.


When the flashlight ignites the spark of her eye,
settles over her pursed lips
and chest rising and falling with pentameter 

I know hers are dawning, too.

And oh, how now, I dream for her
 to run further
dive deeper
to live wilder 
than she'll ever dream possible.

And yet, how to tell her

watching the beams of light 
creep slowly along the quilt seams - 

the deep blue thread, 

spanning out around us
holding it all together 
with a thin strength

like the shared blue blood
coursing hot 
through our veins.

That those dreams, worth every second
cannot compete with sharing 
this present moment together, 

her life by my side.
exploring the horizons of far off futures,

while praying desperately to stay
in this moment forever.

Here,
 under a patchwork sky.










75 comments:

  1. Oh my, that is so very beautiful and touching.

    Lovely, truly.

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  2. Beautiful! These lines were my favorite:

    Skin, just beginning to show signs of wear
    pressed up against
    skin, just starting to live.

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  3. You captured a sweet moment with your girl common to all of us. Beautiful words in the memory Tara, as always. And I love the way you love your kids so fierce.

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  4. Sweet - love the poem and the pictures! Thanks for sharing!

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  5. There is nothing better than hiding under a quilt with a dog-eared book (one worn by love!)

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  6. That is beautiful!! You are a talented and eloquent writer. Thank you for sharing!

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  7. What a delightful way to share your daughter's enjoyment of the things you loved best.

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  8. Tara, your gift for weaving words into beauty is amazing. I feel like I'm huddled under that blue quilt with you and your daughter. Such fun to share with our girls the things we loved best.

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  9. Oh... this floods my heart with many emotions... with hope and joy for the vision I have and God's greater, for my children's lives... and sorrow for some years of my life wasted...

    I trust in His redeeming love... however, and rest.

    This is beautiful and stirring deep.

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  10. Skin, just beginning to show signs of wear pressed up against skin, just starting to live...oh yes...and pressing in to drink deeply of these precious moments we have. blessings to you~

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  11. Absolutely beautiful. You just capture those moments so well. My son does this thing where he'll pull the covers over our heads and say:"Are you ready to go on an underwater adventure?" And then he'll tell a story about it... love moments like that.

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  12. Oh my word...THIS is motherhood at its essence - so beautiful and simple and breathtaking. Thank you for this. Also, I just came across your blog after noticing on Heather's blog post today that you are from Appleton, WI. That's where I grew up!

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    1. Wait - did we go to high school together? Now I know why your name looked so familiar. But I swear motherhood has killed half my brain cells. Ha!

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    2. haha, Stephanie - - when I saw your picture and your comment, it hit me too. Yes! we did. I was "Chisel" then, married Jason Pohlkotte (also went there with us) - - how funny to have reconnected in such a way! Glad to see how wonderful your life is going :)

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  13. This is one my favorites!...I also enjoy how the quilt matches the sky on the banner...how lovely to be under the quilted tent with you.

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  14. Oh my. Your words have taken my breath away. My favorite part part - Those dreams, worth every second cannot compete with sharing this precious moment together. Oh so beautiful.

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  15. "pages that through every little
    rip
    crease
    dog ear


    bear the history my childhood
    mapping it out
    as if I had wanted her to find me."

    Love this. That is exactly how I feel when I ready to my son at night from the books I loved as a child. And I love the picture you chose.

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  16. Could be my favorite write from you ever. Seriously can't even pick out a favorite verse because they are all so good. Good write, Tara. Off to tweet this bad boy.

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  17. Breathtaking. You articulate those moments in mothering that are indescribable.

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  18. Amazing! I love the lines

    That those dreams, worth every second
    cannot compete with sharing
    this present moment together,

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  19. I loved this--motherhood at its finest and HAPPIEST! Beautiful!

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  20. my goodness. I am overwhelmed by this. I loved the part about the blue thread and blood. I mean. GEESH WOMAN you can pull heart strings when you write.

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  21. "And we whisper/because wonder can only be spoken/ in hushed tones." Beautiful. Your rhythm is amazing.

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  22. Wonderful piece. You are really talented.

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  23. This is beautiful. The imagery is stunning. The words are chosen perfectly. Wow!

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  24. So beautiful! I'm going to be honest: I sometimes have a hard time reading poetry. I skim. But I actually found myself reading every single word of this one, not once but twice. Very strong visual imagery! And I love the last line.

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  25. Aw, very heartfelt. Love the picture to go with.

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  26. I wish I had the talent for poetry that you have. Just lovely.

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  27. Oh, Tara. There are so many things I share with my son, but I hope most of all that he continues to grow in his love of books, because they gave me so much magic growing up.

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  28. oh this is just beautiful. so very beautiful. i particularly loved this:

    pages that through every little
    rip
    crease
    dog ear

    bear the history my childhood
    mapping it out
    as if I had wanted her to find me.

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  29. My breath caught at these lines:

    "That those dreams, worth every second
    cannot compete with sharing
    this present moment together"

    Your posts are like a warm reminder that parenting needs patience and calm and disconnect from everyday struggles. Lovely.

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  30. This is exactly why you should be writing. The imagery took my breath away, truly. I loved every word.

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  31. Beautiful. I just love the imagery, the colors, the scenes, the senses. I love the phrase patchwork sky as well.

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  32. Have you ever read the children's book, Someday? I think it's more of a Mother's book than a children's book. This reminded me a lot of that beautiful book.

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    1. I don't know that I have...going to look for it now. thanks!

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  33. My goodness. my chest was rising and falling with pentameter while I soaked in this moment, too, Tara. She doesn't know it yet, but she'll always be your baby. may her dreams come true under the patchwork sky...

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  34. I love this, Tara! I have been wanting to link up with yeahwrite for a while now, you're definitely inspiring me =) thanks for visiting our blog!

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  35. She's clutching the worn velvet smooth
    slightly yellowed pages of the books,
    the souls of my youth.

    This was my favorite part of the poem. Another awesome one!

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  36. Wow! Motherhood wrapped up so eloquently. Bravo!

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  37. You pretty much said what I *wanted* to say when I stare at my baby sleep :) Although, even if I tried, I couldn't have come up with anything nearly as sweet or accurate!

    Visiting from Memories Captured,
    the Laotian Commotion

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  38. So beautifully written, and there's so much love.

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  39. Beautiful.
    Just. Beautiful.
    I love your writing.
    I think many years ago a friend of mine wrote a song called Under a Patchwork Sky. I'll see if I can find it for you.
    This was lovely.

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    1. yea? I would love that. i'm a sucker for a good song :) thank you for always having a kind word. coming from a talented writer, they mean a lot.

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  40. Such a sweet moment... There's something about watching daughters grow through the same moments we remember still so vividly, isn't there? It's... so many heart-in-the-throat snapshots.

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  41. Just beautiful! I love the wonderful flow of your amazing words.

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  42. You always write such ache and desire. I can feel your journey back to young, dream-laden you as you brush shoulders with your now. Such a sacred moment you've captured. xo

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  43. That is such a pretty piece. Our children open us up like that, don't they.

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  44. And now I want to go read with my daughter. :)

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  45. Gorgeous, Tara. Just gorgeous. Thank you.

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  46. Love that. Such memories. With all my children I loved that snuggle time. With each one of them, I think -- when will they out grow it? My 11 yo and I read Twilight together lying night after night in bed. I need to do more with my 8yo. But I'm so darn tired at the end of the day. This post inspired me to be better about that. With my 18 yo senior -- now I'm just worried what he's reading in bed now that I'm not around.

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  47. "And yet, how to tell her
    watching the beams of light
    creep slowly along the quilt seams -
    the deep blue thread,
    spanning out around us
    holding it all together
    with a thin strength
    like the shared blue blood
    coursing hot
    through our veins.

    That those dreams, worth every second
    cannot compete with sharing
    this present moment together"

    ok, Tara, i was going to copy a tiny little fav part, but yep, this--*this* really hit me like a ton. i want to be like you when i grow up. that is all. i wrote a little about this today at my place--the moments shared, they are really all we have. love to you, friend!

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  48. You are such a good mama and memory maker, Tara. Thanks for taking us along under that "patchwork sky".

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  49. That was wonderful. You are so talented! Thank you for sharing with us.

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  50. STUNNING. I love everything, especially the title.

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  51. Oh, I love this! And those childhood books, I know just the look and feel of them. Such joy to share them again. And the skin, just starting to wear by the skin just starting to live....sigh. So glad to have found you!

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  52. Skin, just beginning to show signs of wear
    pressed up against
    skin, just starting to live.


    oh tara. i felt this, in my very core. what a beautiful, beautiful post...

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  53. those dreams, worth every second
    cannot compete with sharing
    this present moment together


    lovely...love the patchwork sky...and the heart for the little one..string these moments together and make a necklace of them...smiles.

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  54. I really admire people who can write poetry. I am not one. This was lovely.

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  55. I love the bit about the pages mapping her way to you. Breathtakingly lovely. Have you read the Little House books to her, yet? I can't wait to read those with my girls!

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    1. that's what we were reading that inspired this :) she's just about 4, so still pretty young but loves Laura already. going to sleep with the book, just keeping it by her. for this happy-clappy book loving mama, it's pure beauty to see.

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  56. Oh my goodness, so beautiful, "under the patchwork sky"... I adore your words.

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  57. Phenomenal. This poem reads like a dream.
    I really liked:
    Skin, just beginning to show signs of wear
    pressed up against
    skin, just starting to live.

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  58. Beautifully written. Expressive. Simply lovely.

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  59. How did you make sharing the beauty of a favorite childhood book with your child EVEN more beautiful? After reading this I wanted to go and wrap my arms around my filly of a 13 y/o and my pumpkin of an 11 y/o and turn back time. Ellen

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  60. "we whisper because wonder can only be spoken
    in hushed tones"

    Oh, I love this. All of it really. I have such admiration for writers of poetry. It's a gift. And you most certainly have it. What a blessing of beauty you offer with your words. Thank you.

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  61. I could imagine you with your daughter...lovely. These lines:"She's clutching the worn velvet smooth
    slightly yellowed pages of the books,
    the souls of my youth" made me think of how I loved to read as a child and still do. Thanks for sharing your gift, Tara :)

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  62. Sigh..so unbelievably beautiful. Under a patchwork sky..and the pictures made this post just perfection.

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  63. I love this beautiful poem because it is inspired by something every mother can relate to. What a great way to start my day!

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