mother’s bucket by scot young

 

we often dream the dreams
we’ll forget in the morning
but each night
you hover above us
angel wings touching
the tip of the moon
holding your bucket of blue stars
dropping each one gently

–they protect us
you make sure of that
and somewhere in the city
a young mother blows bubbles
with their child for the first time

i wonder if you were dropping
blue stars there too?

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3 Responses to “mother’s bucket by scot young”

  1. Scott, l like your poetry…. you can sink your mind into it … thanks, Marlene M.woodason @yahoo.com

  2. Thanks, Scot. As a mother, your poem caressed my heart.

    I loved the imagery of the “angel wings touching / the tip of the moon / holding your bucket of blue stars”. As mothers, we not only strive to encircle our children with love, but also want them to reach for the stars.

  3. thanks Marlene for the kind words…

    glad you enjoyed this Rosaliene!

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