Monday, April 07, 2014

My Poem Up At PoemCity'14 In Montpelier, Vermont

To An Unborn Son

Special thanks to Michelle Singer
for the picture

You never existed outside
Either in dreams
Or my own solid body. 

You came
When my daughter
-Your sister-
Was born
On what would have been
Your second birthday,
Then gone
Just as suddenly
As you appeared.
On a night where a king
Spoke of ancestry:
"Your eyes could never have been
Blue, gypsy." 
His regal stance
Your coy recognition:
Mother, Mother
I am here.
Now you are ten,
This son of mine
This bright flame
In need of a name.

October 2013

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