A Joyous Day – Gift of a New Life (8th Lineage Poem)
I’ve born witness now to the birth and growth of two sons and a granddaughter. This is the great mystery and the gift of lineage.
children
Murmuration – her small voice rising like a brand new day
her small voice rising…wave upon brilliant wave of intelligence
Steps – this exquisite girl, rising on her tiny toes…
this exquisite girl
will rise again on tiny toes
chilidish things
Another in the series of “where a poem comes from.” I was walking in a bookstore when the phrase, “we always believed that she could fly” came into my mind, loudly. That night, a poem arose. The details are from my mother’s memorial….
visitor
how strange it feels to return as a guest to this city where my children were born to sit above this frozen lake, barely a block from where she squeezed them into the world. chicago ice is harder than ice in the mountains all blocks and harsh geometries, the cold indifference of the city. … Read more