If this is the last day that I live to
hold you so close and watch your tender sleep,
then so be it. I have known the greatest
love and joy this afternoon of my life.
You are a Rubens painting of angel
in fullest glory: from ten startling toes
to face so lovely I cannot catch my breath.
I, no Rubens woman, do not spill a
decolletage: I grow only bony and thin
and intensely withered and old.
But now I know what heaven would be,
and I thank the Lord who sent this day and
you to me. If I made you feel safe for
one moment while you slept and ate and played,
then I understand why I lived to see today.
em
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Nursery Rhyme #11, for My Zachy, entitled Old Soul
Only someone who has been here before can
Learn so easily the
Daily things you do; the words you say.
Someone who is not yet two
Only can remember and
Understand just from the
Last time your soul came around.
Learn so easily the
Daily things you do; the words you say.
Someone who is not yet two
Only can remember and
Understand just from the
Last time your soul came around.
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