Red Lipstick

With childlike fascination, I stood in
the doorway, watching her apply a
little powder to her face, a
touch of red to her lips.
But even without this process, her
reflection was flawless. Can I get
this moment again? This discovery of
solace? She carried herself like a
delicate rose – possibly the reason
she cared for the garden like
family. Beginning as a bride, she
walked with grace, wearing satin and
a smile, warming that Milwaukee day.
She loved more than her heart
was capable, and time helped to
recognize the feeling, the power of
motherhood, the joys, the heartbreak, the
worries that never dissipate. I keep
her words wrapped in clarity where
their wisdom is readily available, and
I long to ask questions that came
much too late, to share stories
of her grandchildren. She would delight
in their tales. Perhaps, again someday.

Lauren Scott (c) 2018

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Motherhood

You are little now,
unable to understand
my deepest feelings

Emotions overwhelm me
when I hold you,
when I see your tiny lips
form your biggest smile,
when I hear you laugh
it’s a joyous melody,
when I hear you cry
it’s a heartbreak to bear

I want to protect you
but I’m not in control
Life will bring adventures
meant only for you –
I’ll have to let go

I’ll marvel, though, in each
new change as you grow

I may be your mommy now
but I’ll always be your
Mom
Loving you more each day
as time takes you away
so you can fly
and realize your
own life

Lauren Scott © 

(It seems like a hundred years ago 
when I wrote this, when I first
became a mom. It was the most
wonderful feeling. I felt like I was
walking on clouds. I still feel this
way even now that my kids are
in their twenties. They have been
the biggest miracle in my life, along
with my husband, and I’m beyond
grateful. I hope you enjoy these words
from 
back when.) 💕

 

Motherhood

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You are young now
and won’t be able
to understand
my innermost feelings

So many emotions
are felt with you;
the joy I feel when
I see you smile
and hear you laugh,
the pain I feel
when I hear you cry,
the warmth of your little
arms wrapped around me

I want to protect you
from harm,
shelter you from evil,
yet, life will bring
experiences
meant only for you
and I’ll have to
learn to let go

In the years to come
I’ll marvel in
each new change
I see in your eyes,
your voice,
your mind

All of us will do some growing
as we get older and
it will be a new adventure
of happiness and maybe
some sadness, too,
but it will all be worth
more than anything else
in the world

You are my precious gifts,
my sweet boy and girl

Please know in your hearts
I’m your Mommy now but
will always be your 
mother,
loving you more

every minute of
each day

When we were young with no worries 007

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lauren Scott © 2015
(written in 1999 and now
my sweet boy and girl
are soon to be 20 and
24 years old)

 

Tiny Hands

Thinking of Mother’s Day early,
I’m re-posting this from 11.12.11~

I am little, not tall at all
I can do more than crawl
I’m eager to touch all I see
I can almost pat your knee
I give you a hug and a kiss

I see you’re in pure bliss

I give you a warm smile

I can tell it’s worthwhile

I giggle (music to your ears)

I see you laugh and I see tears

I like when you call me “small fry”

I know I’m loved even when I cry

I’m irresistible to your heart

I’m like a tiny work of art

I make you melt when in your arms

I hold your love with all my charms

I’m cuddly like a teddy bear

I know nothing can compare

I know you love each other

I know your love made me

I’m just thankful we’re together
I’m happy you’re my family


This photo is of my daughter, taken 18 years ago~
© LScott 2011