Your rock in shifting sand
Your safest hiding place
Your favoured guiding hand
A loved familiar face

Your story’s premise
and the happy end
a solid promise
and a faithful friend

It frightens me
to mean this much
to one so small

yet I won’t always be
the one you clutch,
your all in all.

(c) Judith Kingston, 2013

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24 thoughts on “Cling

  1. I needed to read this! I have a very clingy two year old and it has been driving me crazy but yes it won’t always be this way.

    I really like this, especially the your stories premise line. Lovely.

    • judithkingston says:

      It’s hard isn’t it! Surely we should be loving all the cuddles and attention, but it can get a bit much and sometimes you just want some space.

    • judithkingston says:

      It’s a strange and marvellous thing about motherhood, that you are suddenly the whole world to these little people. Never in your life will you get quite that much respect and adoration!

  2. This is a very beautiful poem – makes me think that the trust my 1 year old puts in me is amazing and terrifying at the same time. Cherishing the moments as I am sure in years to come I will become more of an embarrassment to him.. 😉

    • judithkingston says:

      And there we stand, by the school gates on their first day: waving, crying, and skipping off to dance around the house singing “Freedom!”

  3. Oh Judith, it was lovely to read this. I’m currently back to weeing in the clingy presence of my daughter at the moment! I love the displays of love, but like you, every so often it can scare me a little at how much I mean to her. I hope I live up to her needs xx

    • judithkingston says:

      It gets a little annoying, doesn’t it, if they’re *constantly* tagging along after you where ever you go. Sometimes a woman needs a bit of space. Like, on the toilet.

    • judithkingston says:

      It’s mainly a reminder to myself on days like the one I had today, where I am not allowed to leave their sight!

  4. I think I like the last lines the best. We won’t always be the ones they clutch – so we best enjoy it now! (even though I’d like a hot cup of tea and to eat my dinner with a knife and fork sometimes!) xx

    • judithkingston says:

      People do keep telling me to enjoy it while it lasts, but as you say that is sometimes hard to do when your dinner is getting cold and you have been puked and weed on.

  5. themotherhoodsite says:

    Vert elegantly put. It is lovely to be loved so completely but also a great responsibility which can sometimes seem overwhelming, because, hey, nobody’s perfect and sometimes we’re going to disappoint! (Increasingly as they grow up I should imagine)

  6. Lovely gem of a poem. I’ve often felt this too – the overwhelming sense of being so loved, followed by the sadness of the fact that I won’t be the apple of their eye once they’ve found a mate. You’ve deftly thrown in a big range of emotions in one short poem. Top stuff!

    • judithkingston says:

      Oh thank you!! Somehow your comment ended up in spam, but I have rescued it now. Hope you get lots of cuddles with little O today. xx

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