Tuesday, 19 February 2013

A Poem for My Father

Father, you were once a child.
If I could hold you anew,
your frightened cries
tearing the world into
silent wonder

I would kiss your forehead,
hold your eyes in mine,
shush you down to peacefulness.

And one day you will be
an old man: I will hold
your old bones in my arms,
stop your muttered sobs,
kiss your forehead, lower you

down into a peaceful rest. And
I'm out there, too: child, old man,
somewhere. And my time too shall come.

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