I took my daughter, who is three years old, to the dentist today. I think it was more traumatic for me than her! She was so brave, but wanted me to hold her hands while the dentist worked on her teeth. She held on so tightly that at one point I could neither tell whose hands were shaking nor whose racing pulse I was feeling in that firm grip. I only know that her helpless brown eyes looking at me said more than a poem could ever express. "How deep is this love?" I ask...there are no words to express such depths!
I have had a passion for the written word, especially poetry, from an early age. I am first and foremost a child of God-a thankful recipient of His grace. I am also a mother, a teacher, a singer,and an overall music lover. I call the beautiful southern United States home, and growing up and raising my family here has shaped who I am in many ways. I believe that life- with its various emotions, experiences, trials, and joys-is a gift from my Heavenly Father. As a poet, I hope that my work expresses this.
"My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him." -Psalm 62:1
Some of my poetry has been published in the online journals Simply Haiku and Notes from the Gean.
All work on this site was written by Kristin Riggs unless otherwise noted. No work from this site may be reproduced in any way without the author's written permission.
I took my daughter, who is three years old, to the dentist today. I think it was more traumatic for me than her! She was so brave, but wanted me to hold her hands while the dentist worked on her teeth. She held on so tightly that at one point I could neither tell whose hands were shaking nor whose racing pulse I was feeling in that firm grip. I only know that her helpless brown eyes looking at me said more than a poem could ever express. "How deep is this love?" I ask...there are no words to express such depths!
ReplyDeleteI've known my mother's love in its fullest depths....so I know, what you mean Kristin :)
ReplyDeleteAnd my eldest sister is a dentist and once had her clinic at home...so this scene is also quite familiar,
You said it well,Kristin :)
wishes,
devika
Wonderful Kristin.
ReplyDelete_A father's love isn't less, but one must admit there is that 'bearing bond'
twixt mother and child... never denied.
I can never give,
The love mother's flow;
I can only sense,
The love, in her glow.
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Magyar...that is beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteDevika...thanks so much for your comment as well. :)
A mother's love
ReplyDeleteno sweeter bond
conceived from above
for which I have longed...
Happily my children too know this love.
Beautiful Kristin.