3 : Sweet Love


You were dropped into my world
Like a puff of cotton candy
And filled my days with never-ending
Everlasting sweetness

Every time I watch the sunset
And see the fluffy puffs of cloud
Painted every shade of pink
I can’t help but think of you

You settled into my heart
Like the steady sound of waves
And filled my life with purpose
Love and happiness

Every time I watch the ocean
And hear the rhythm of the waves
Dance along the shoreline
I can’t help but think of you

I hold you close forever
In my mind and in my heart
You’re the sweetest constant rhythmic beat
Deep inside of me


Why I wrote Sweet Love:


Written twenty years after your birth, Sweet Love came to be, soon after Newborn Beach. With thoughts of you often on my mind while you traveled abroad, I found great inspiration recalling the days when we shared so many happy moments together. It was often those memories, along with the creative outlet of writing that pulled me through some difficult times while struggling through financial hardship due to unemployment.

With limited funds, I was unable to travel to visit you while you were away, so I continued to draw inspiration from the immediate surroundings where we had lived since you were born. In several ways, writing kept me going. It became a daily creative outlet which I designed into various tasks and learning opportunities. This, combined with memories of you, brought incredible joy and satisfaction as I muddled through rather dire days.


How I wrote Sweet Love:


You were dropped into my world
Like a puff of cotton candy
And filled my days with never-ending
Everlasting sweetness


The first line of Sweet Love refers to your birth and although the word “dropped” sounds rather clumsy, the second line introducing “a puff of cotton candy” was intentionally meant to imply the lightness and sweetness your birth brought on.

I chose the cotton candy metaphor not only to soften the first line’s impression of your arrival and as a direct association for the feelings you brought into my life, but also to tie-in with the clouds introduced in the following lines.


Every time I watch the sunset
And see the fluffy puffs of cloud
Painted every shade of pink
I can’t help but think of you


When writing poetry, I often find myself starting with a certain thought or image and then working my way around it and tying it in with another thought, meaning, or emotion.

Sweet Love started spinning through my mind while I walked along the shoreline one evening. The fluffy white clouds highlighted by the sunset’s pink glow covered the entire horizon and the sight instantly made me think of cotton candy. While contemplating the incredible colorful natural scene, I thought of you and wondered what you might be up to at that very same moment


You settled into my heart
Like the steady sound of waves
And filled my life with purpose
Love and happiness


In the first line, the word “heart” not only refers to the emotion of love that is often associated with it, but it also refers to the life we both embarked on and shared together.

The line “Like the steady sound of waves” fell naturally into place since the rhythm of waves always tends to remind me of a giant heartbeat. It is also meant to imply how natural and effortless it was for you and I to grow together as mother and daughter – just as naturally as waves flow.

The last two lines of this stanza, packed with a lifetime of experiences, would take up too much space for me to get into. As creative and imaginative I might be, it’s impossible for me to imagine how my life would have been without you in it. I actually can’t imagine it any other way. Having the opportunity to be a parent brought on so much meaning and perspective into my world, and you made it an extraordinary journey for me.


More on how I wrote Sweet Love:


Every time I watch the ocean
And hear the rhythm of the waves
Dance along the shoreline
I can’t help but think of you


The reference of ocean and waves returns repeatedly whenever recalling the days of your childhood. Here, the calming rhythm of the waves we experienced in Newborn Beach is met with the invigorating and uplifting energy of dance.

You, as well as I, both had the opportunity to train as dancers, and when choosing the word “dance” it was intended to show another love that we shared. The joy and freedom of movement and expression I associate with dancing is a theme, much like waves and the ocean, which I apply frequently as metaphors in poetry.

You must realize by now, after having read several of these poems, that although the emotions and thoughts expressed are real, superfluous words and exaggerated themes are in place to enhance and invigorate the poem. Without this, it wouldn’t be creative writing, but rather just notes stating obvious facts.


I hold you close forever
In my mind and in my heart
You’re the sweetest constant rhythmic beat
Deep inside of me


The closing of the poem attempts to express how much I missed you through all the years when you no longer lived at home.

On the evening when I watched the pink clouds described in this poem, we hadn’t seen or talked to each other for quite a while. For some reason I was worried about you and felt unsettled about your well-being. The surge of emotions had me wanting to be able to hug you right there and then, but since I couldn’t, I chose to settle into joyful, calming thoughts and reassured myself that you were safe and happy. All the while, I focused on the beautiful scenery my eyes were soaking in and hoped you could somehow feel the comfort and pleasure it brought on. Interestingly enough, just like the sea would calm you when I carried you through pregnancy, this had the same effect for me, I soon began to calm and the unfounded worries I felt for you soon were gone.


Drawing from the poem:


The image I chose for this poem is very simple and linear. The vast emptiness from the top gives the impression of the single object – the pink ball – to be dropping.

Even though it was taken a few years after I wrote Sweet Love, I wasn’t thinking of the poem when I took it. But when I shuffled through hundreds of online photos I had taken trying to come up with a fitting image, I stumbled upon this one and instantly thought to myself, “perfect!”

The photo was taken on a heavily fogged day, but the sun, quite minuscule compared to the expanse of the fog-ridden sky, persisted through with its bright pink glow – which is why I took the photo, and why I chose it for this poem.

The only adjustment I applied to the original photo was cropping to enhance the vertical effect of the dropping pink ball. The original color was perfect and offered neutral tones while highlighting the single pink drop I was looking for without adding to much fluff, as in the fluffy puffy clouds that continuously come to mind whenever I read this poem.


Thank you for inspiring me to create Sweet Love


Sweet Love

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