Tale Weaver – #233 – July 25th – Darling

Michael’s challenge

This week consider the word Darling. It can be a person, place or thing.
It’s part of our vernacular, we use it everyday in one context or another.
Weave a tale using the word in whatever context you wish.

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It’s rare I would use this term of endearment to Hubby or have used it to an adult in the past. I do tend to refer to puppies and kittens as little darlings, and also young children.
Years ago I so wanted to start a family of my own and everywhere I looked, there were either new or expectant Mums, and I wished it was me.
It didn’t happen though, I had a couple of false alarms and miscarriage in the very early weeks of pregnancy in 1996.

I wrote this way back in 1984, and think it’s a good choice for Michael’s prompt today.


 Temptation

Pretty dreamer, look at me,
With your eyes of smokey grey,
Tell me where your mind wanders
As in your cot you lay.

Curious dreamer, where do you go,
When darkness surrounds your head,
Tell me the wonders of your dreams,
Tell me through thought, words need not be said.

Those eyes, how bright they sparkle,
Bewitching in their gaze,
What do you see in the shadows?
What focuses through the haze?

Beautiful baby, please look my way,
Trap me with your eyes that shine,
Enchanting in your innocence
How I wish that you were mine.

Don’t whimper as I lift you,
And lay your head to my breast
Against the heart that’s beating
So wildly in my chest.

How good to feel your closeness,
How gentle your breath on my cheek,
To take you would be so easy,
But not give the Peace I seek.

Dear Baby, Sweet Dreamer, True Darling,
“Mother” is a title I lack,
So with a heavy aching and longing heart,
I must sadly put you back.

 

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to Tale Weaver – #233 – July 25th – Darling

  1. The poem is so sad. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Michael says:

    I can’t really imagine that yearning you must have had…..lovely poem Di…

    • Long time ago now Michael, and for years my family thought because I didn’t have kids, it was by choice. Just wasn’t meant to happen, so maybe that’s why I get on better with dogs?

  3. msjadeli says:

    The beauty of your poem is deeply touching, Di. It brings tears to my eyes.

  4. Reena Saxena says:

    I’d never really missed not having a child. But a dog awakened and nurtured maternal instincts. A ‘baby’ or ‘darling’ for me now is furry and four-legged.

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