Hello, beautiful readers! Today is going to be a really long, emotional day for me. I'll be gone all weekend, so I don't know if I'll be able to respond, and I won't be able to read all of your beautiful poetry, which I truly love doing. This week has just been really rough for many reasons.
Today, after work, my son and I start our drive up to his university. We will stop tonight at my parents' home, which is about halfway there, and spend the night. Then, Saturday morning, we will all drive up to his university and set up his apartment. Once everything is ready, we will have dinner, and my parents and I will drive back to their home, leaving my son to begin the next phase of his life's journey. I'll spend the night with my parents and head home alone Sunday morning. I am beyond excited for my son, but I know I will be an emotional wreck. Both emotions can equally exist within me, and they will.
I'm combining three prompts this time. I enjoy these challenges so much and hate missing out on any of them. Luckily, these three seem to merge well with one another. The first is Wea've Written Weekly. Violet invites us to borrow a word from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and use it as our title. Then, our poem should use the word directly or capture its essence within the poem. I chose the word phrase - fata organa. The short definition is a "a flash of real emotion glimpsed in someone sitting across the room." You can find the full definition here.
The second prompt comes from Melissa's Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge where she provides the picture below as our inspiration. The third prompt is from dVerse's Poets Pub - Quadrille #229 - Shall We Jabber On? De Jackson invites us to use some version of the word jabber in our Quadrille, which is a poem of 44 words.
(image courtesy of Nellie Adamyan on Unsplash)
Fata Organa
I watch you in your new apartment as we organize your belongings and wonder, will our phone calls be filled with jibber-jabber or quick I-love-you's? I just hope to hear from you every day.
fata organa
little boy becomes a man
right before my eyes
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Yvette, this is such a bittersweet haibun/quadrille. I've done this twice (2 sons) and it never gets easier! My parents took me to college and my father reported that my mother cried the whole way home. I wasn't tearful but sad nonetheless. Take tissues!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the words of encouragement, Val! I stayed home for college, so it was really important to me that my son go away and grow. It was an emotionally draining weekend, but I was able to hold in the tears until I had to say goodbye. I have no doubt that he will not only survive but thrive. I'm very proud of the young man he's become.
DeleteSuch a bittersweet time, Yvette. Best wishes for a great year for your son and for you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jan! I appreciate the well wishes! :-)
DeleteYvette, this feels so tender and full of that bittersweet pride — “little boy becomes a man right before my eyes”> really hits me. Here's wishing you strength and warmth for the weekend ahead!
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Thank you, David! I am very proud of the young man he's become. I appreciate your well wishes. :-)
DeleteOh, my. I feel this in my heart. Our girlie graduated college (where she was an 8-hour drive from us), and moved to Albany, NY (2,000+ miles away). Still adjusting. Hope you get those daily phone calls and texts!
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Ugh! I know that him moving away after college is a possibility, but I cannot handle that thought right now. One moment at a time. lol! Thanks for visiting, De! :-)
DeleteHeartfelt poem, Yvette! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara! I appreciate your visit. :-)
DeleteI remember that feeling so well. Your haibun sums it up perfectly. Sending you my best wishes for the days ahead - he'll be back for Christmas before you know it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marion! He's already told me he's coming down for Thanksgiving. I can't wait! Thank you for your well wishes! :-)
DeleteThe bittersweet launching of a newly minted young adult. So nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Violet! I appreciate your visit. :-)
DeleteSuch a bitter sweet time.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Heather! I appreciate you visiting. :-)
DeletePride and melancholy all mixed together. I could feel the emotion Yvette.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kerfe! It is definitely both emotions. Thanks for visiting! :-)
DeleteCongratulations to your son. I'm sure you raised him to be strong. Such a bittersweet poem indeed
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jude! I raised him to be strong, kind, respectful, and resilient. I have no doubt he will thrive. I just miss him like crazy. Thanks for stopping by. :-)
DeleteBeautiful haibun. I wish you well in your emotional weekend, Yvette. Bittersweet times. ❤️🤗
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lesley! I survived. Lol! I appreciate your well wishes. :-)
DeleteI’m sure you’re one proud mama!
ReplyDeleteI am beyond proud! Thanks for stopping by, Melissa. :-)
DeleteSo hard when they take that next step in life. My girls are near me but I miss my son, as he is far away. Sending hugs. Xo
ReplyDeleteThank you, Denise! I appreciate the hugs. :-)
Deletehi, Yvette 😍
ReplyDeleteJust wanna let you know that this week's W3, hosted by our beloved A J Wilson, is now live:
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Much love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Thank you, David! It's been a busy week, but I'll try to get to it. :-)
DeleteMy younger son is finishing high school soon. My baby. I feel the same way as you. Robbie
ReplyDeleteThank you, Robbie! It isn't easy. Thanks for stopping by. :-)
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