Night has pressed her hand to your eyes. You fly dragons over magic rivers and lead clone
armies through red dust of Mars.
I follow your brows, lashes, these long limbs, hands that build Lego tales and castles,
draw warbirds, roll out sixteenth triplets; these hands feel older now. Whom will they hold?
I watch you outgrow this bed but you refuse to outgrow the smell of your mother’s skin.
You bury your face in my shirt and come up sated, remembering the milk and my heartbeat.
You are my heart.
There’s so much you want to know and I don’t have the answers for, things for astronomers
and professors to tell. And you didn’t know I kissed you tonight and a thousand times
past. But when I’m outnumbered by time, you will always have this sky, a hospitable spread
of stars that are yours for the asking, when you wake.
219 thoughts on “You Didn’t Know I Kissed You Tonight”
This is beautiful. Just so dreamy and warm and comforting!
Thank you. Appreciate the clear feedback. =)
Let me know if you have a blog because there is nothing to tap into through your avatar and username. =)
Oh I do. Not sure why it doesn’t show up. Ourmorningcupofcoffee.WordPress.com. slowly importing posts from the earlier blogger platform.
Make sure to link your avatar to your page.
Thanks! I’ll do that
This is beautiful, D. I was all prepared to come at you with one of my usual silly jokes, but couldn’t. Every morning when I’m up before the sun to run I kiss them too. They never know. And what’s funny is that I recently found out that when I fall asleep early, they do the same to me.
“found out that when I fall asleep early, they do the same to me.”
Oh, the pain. Just too much. Leave me some Kleenex next time, will you?
Sorry D! I almost wish they didn’t tell me that. Almost.
A unique and wonderful depiction of “Mom.” The importance of motherhood will never diminish; even when the stars fall from the sky.
My son leaned into me and I accidentally deleted your precious comment. (Restored) I was going to say indeed…even when. Your heart comes through so dearly. Thanks, Alan.
Your son leaning into you only validates your splendid post.
From a son,
*Too much. You’re too much.*
Absolutely beautiful Diana – so many wonderful images: ‘stories written by moonlight’ / ‘the lines of your biography’ / ‘when I’m outnumbered by time’. Full of love, memory, longing and hope.
“Full of love, memory, longing and hope.” Things I find myself coming home to. I appreciate your tapping in on this, Andrea.
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Really nice words thinking about it I use to wait until my son was fast asleep before I kissed him and left him in the the room one night the phone rang and I had to rush out the room to answer it when my son jumped up on his bed and said you didn’t kiss me good night all this time I thought he did not know but now I kiss him before I put him to bed
Ha ha ha how sweet. Oh, so sweet that he lay there waiting. =) Thanks for the support.
What a gift! I especially like the first line, and the way it is framed with the star reference at the end. The bit in between, well, it is simply warm, poignant and speaks to being a father, too… although the breast bit doesn’t work so well for me.
*chuckle* I would hope the nursing bit didn’t work too well for you, A. Quite appreciate the detailed feedback, my friend. An ineffable blessing, parenthood…
Beauty beauty pure beauty. I love the image of you kissing him in his sleep while noticing how the stars will be permanent witnesses even when he’s outgrown childhood.
“stars will be permanent witnesses even when he’s outgrown childhood.” Ever the thoughtful reader. Thanks so much for sharing in this, Diahann.
makes me to melt into warm tears…brings back the remembrance, when my children were wee ones 🙂
=) Thx for letting me know.
A few tears. My children are young adults now. Still….
Aww. I know…it went by in a blink.
Hey! You have such power. You wrote less but expressed a lot. It was so heartwarming and nostalgic. Waiting for your next..
What neat feedback. Thanks, T. Appreciate the encouragement.
This is such an awesome ode to the beauty of love between a mother & son. A mother wanting to hold him close forever, but knowing that to let him go free is the only way to be. Beautiful Diana.
Thanks. I have to stay in that place. (Very naughty boy and angry mom today). Sigh!
Naughty boy, angry mom ~ sounds like the perfect from my perspective 🙂
Ha ha ha *shake head* We love more as we work through it, don’t we?
That is a perfect way to explain it 🙂
I’m siding with your son ~ ha, ha
LOL!! I thought I had sympathetic readers (though he needs all the support he can get in a face-off with his Mafia mother).
Beautifully expressed in the last paragraphs, “Outnumbered by time?” I guess I’m there now, you have a long way to go. Oh, and I like your new picture.
You are not yet quite outnumbered by anything, Ian. =) You are going strong with the storytelling on your handsome blog. And the pic was an experiment. I just may keep it. Thanks. =)
You should keep it. It’s beautiful.
‘Cause half my face is hidden behind shades. LOL!
“Night has pressed her hand to your eyes”
This line alone was worth my brief emersion from hiding. Beautiful, Diana. T-dog is a blessed boy to have you for his mama. If only they knew how often we kissed them in their sleep. xoxoxo
Been thinking of you. Glad you’re alive!! Thanks so much for the lovely feedback. And I love that you remember his nickname. *grin* (He was in the DoGhOuSe last wk. Dunno what to do about his poor schoolwork ethic. Eh.)
Oh noooo…the doghouse! What son doesn’t try to push the mama buttons?!
I’ve missed your wit and writing. I’m still writing – just not publishing these days. All good, though. Thank you for the quick hello. Love your gravatar photo!! xo
There you go, a helpless writer – with everything else piled on your plate.
And it was time to shed that coat, with Spring here. The new pic was an experiment but looks like I’ll keep it.
That is just beautiful, Diana.
Thank you, Chris. =)
I always kiss my boys before I go to sleep myself. Mostly they do not notice – I can even completely rearrange the blankets around them, turn them half around, the just continue sleeping. But once in a while, when I give him this later-night-kiss, little one sits up in bed, wraps his arms around me and kisses me back. Then he falls back into his blankets. He never remembers in the mornings.
*smile* I like it that he doesn’t remember. That was the point of the post, that there are many things we do for them and that we look at them beyond their knowing and understanding. Thanks for the heartwarming share.
I’ve always so enjoyed your poetic beautiful writing Diana, thank you so much. Your writing is like the beauty of the stars graphic ..
Really sweet. Thanks, S.
“They are the lines of your biography,” how profound Diana. A lovely confession for the love of your child, and wonderful words used to express the progression of time. ❤
Hope you print this and frame it, as a gift for your loved one.
This blog will be my legacy. =) Thanks, JB. Very sweet of you.
Very sweet, to make a point about framing it.
Really imaginative. A pleasure to read.
Thank you. =)
This is beautiful! The depth of your love, its timelessness, your longing – oh my! It all comes through. Wonderful.
Appreciate the effusive feedback. =)
It was heartfelt. Perhaps too over-the-top? Need my trusty editor! ❤
You think I’ll complain anyone was over the top here? LOL.
Great story! It draws you in, like you are there. Excellent post!!
I appreciate the great feedback, J. =)
Thank you. =)
This is beautiful, thanks for sharing 🙂
Thank you for taking a moment. And I appreciate the follow. Welcome. =)
Beautiful – soothing – comforting -truly inspiring.
Very kind of you. And thanks for the follow. =) Welcome.
That is just fabulous. Anybody would have been proud to have written that. Well done!
How kind, John. Thank you for the good word and the follow. Welcome!
You just threw me in a time machine which sent me back to the nursing and bonding days. I nursed my 7 yr old for 15 months and the 5 yr old for 2 years. The other day I asked son #2 why he only wants me to sleep with him when he’s scared of monsters (in other words, why only interrupt my sleep). He said that he likes my perfume. I don’t wear perfume – only body spray, very light scent – so what he was referring to was my Dove baby powder scented deodorant. That’s a scent that’s etched into his DNA. I wouldn’t be surprised if my grandkids (if he procreates) would be instantly attracted to baby powder scent ;))
Oh and of course bravo, as always, never-disappointingly-well-written xx
LOL. They’re also learning – and memorizing – the feel and smell of WOMAN. He’s about to turn 8 and the last few months have been more hungry to cuddle at night, wishing he could sleep with me again. I guess it’s the lingering attachmt before the big leap into big boyhood.
I love that description! “learning – and memorinzing – the feel and smell of WOMAN”. I hear you; frustrating when we want them to be independent and they get more needy. I’m very lax when it comes to the “family bed” of attachment parenting. Simply because I’ve tried the techniques the “experts” suggest, like getting up and bringing them back to their bed. The idea is that eventually (maybe a week) they will stay put in their bed. I have 2 kids that I have to lug from my bed to their respective rooms and beds multiple times a night. My philosophy is f*@k it! Go with the flow. So sometimes one or both sleep through the night but mostly in the middle of the night sometime they make their way to my bed. And our dog makes her way there too.
Two adults, two kids and one dog. Talk about attachment parenting lol.
Put it this way. I was a member of an online AP forum in our county. =) Nursed 3 yrs. He was made to sleep alone vEry late in his growing career.
LOL YAY I’m not the only one!!!! And wow – bravo for nursing that long. That’s commitment.
Wiped me out. =)
You ARE ambitious after all. I thank you kindly for taking on my suggestions. I’m making my way through them.
You know I meant nursing so long wiped me out – not your tall order. LOL.
Hahahahah omg…you see even between native English speakers communication can be a challenge. HW READERS TAKE NOTE. Just imagine my spanglish life and all the lovely communication blunders we have. Sheesh! Thanks for clarifying lol…that wasn’t embarrassing at all 😉
Ha ha not a big deal. (TRUST me. I have me big ol’ piles of stuff screaming for my attention in every room this moment, dishes to laundry to…eh) *March. Left, Right, Left, Right*
I really like it. I simply can not find the right words to really express exactly how I feel. Awesome blog!
Pleased you took to it. Thank you. =)
…and, it is the mosquitoes at night, that fly at night, after my granddaughter has breast fed our precious 19 mos babe of joy, —laid to sleep, I fear for.
Thanks for your remarkable words in this posting….
She can diffuse quality essential oils that are safe for babies, which are a natural repellent. Mr. Google. =)
Natural repellent, their are many. Doing online research I’ve learned to blend into baby oil a dash of clove powder (from the grocery store), a thin sliver or two from fresh garlic clove, and a few drops from tea tree oil. Tea tree oil of its’ own aromatic essence 🙂 seems to repel some people…. said in humor!
Sounds great, but be careful. Tea tree might be too strong for babies. Oils are safe for children at different ages.
True. For babies TTO it can be omitted. This was just a heads up comment to get folks thinking, explore what repels mosquitoes more effectively than dangerous DEET, a military inspired solution.
Beautiful, beautiful! ❤️🦋🌀
Thank you. =)
lovely. I know the feeling well. 🙂