Across the room you catch my eye,
bouncy curls bobbing, glinting sun,
chubby hands clutching, waving spoon,
secret laugh bubbling, casting joy,
and I want to stop time,
freeze-frame your innocence,
your toddlerhood,
this moment,

So I try.

I pick up the camera.
Adjust the lighting.
Try another angle.
Snap again
and again
and again.

But I cannot capture
the way the fading sun fingers your golden curls,
painting a second sunset in my kitchen;
the way the twinkle in your honey eyes sparks,
and I see my grandmother winking there;
the way your coy giggle spins and curls and winds
across the room, around my heart.

At last, suddenly wiser, I stop trying.

I put down the camera,
and sit down across from you,
and drink you in,
and share your secret joke,
and we laugh,
and I know, somehow,
that I have finally caught the moment,
and my heart will always remember.

poetry about motherhood

Author: Elizabeth Laing Thompson VIEW ALL AUTHORS POSTS

Elizabeth works from home as a writer, editor, diaper changer, baby snuggler, laundry slayer, not-so-gourmet chef, kid chauffeur, floor mopper, dog groomer, and tantrum tamer. She is always tired, but it's mostly the good kind.


  • Lisa Laing March 26, 2015 at 2:14 pm

    Beautiful, Elizabeth! My eyes are filled with tears- of course- like they always are when I read your poetry. So richly described and heartfelt.

    • Elizabeth Laing Thompson March 26, 2015 at 2:25 pm

      Thanks, Lisa. Totally cried while I was writing this one. xoxo

  • Clare Speer March 26, 2015 at 6:29 pm

    LOVE THIS LOVE THIS! And my daughters are young adults… makes me miss those moments when they were young and little! You captured the beauty so much!

    • Elizabeth Laing Thompson March 26, 2015 at 10:23 pm

      Thank you! Oh, I know I will blink and my kids will be young adults, too!

  • Adrienne March 26, 2015 at 9:33 pm

    So beautiful and so true! Such a great job painting this picture through your words!

    • Elizabeth Laing Thompson March 26, 2015 at 10:24 pm

      Thanks, Adrienne! xoxo

  • Emma March 30, 2015 at 2:56 pm

    Gorgeous! You are my favorite poet 🙂

    • Elizabeth Laing Thompson March 30, 2015 at 4:35 pm

      Thanks, Emma! (Blushing.)

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