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I am a Captive

by Sheila L. Chingwa 4 months ago in love poems · updated 4 months ago
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I am a Captive
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Tonight, my grandson

complained about nap time,

surrendered and laid down.

Grabbed my arm and tucked in into his chest.

I became his captive, and I am okay with that.


Dishes called,

"the mustard

will get dry."

I'm being held captive and I am okay with that.


Cellphone rang,

I love your call,

You'll understand when I call back

for now, I am his captive.


Body heat rises,

I shift the blankets

to cool the little man

he tightened his grip, securing his captive.


A deep sigh,

body twitches,

Slow rhythmic breathing,

the captive feels the captor's grip relax.


A slow move,

the captor didn't wake.

A daring pull of the arm

The captor is free, no longer his captive.


I stand

and look

at his sweet little face

I forever will be his captive

because he has my heart and I am okay with that.

love poems

About the author

Sheila L. Chingwa

Welcome to my world.

Welcome to my thoughts.

I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.

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