Saturday, April 14, 2012

a poem for my littlest one


I named you
for a little bird,
and so you are.
Chirping and peeping
over my shoulder
through these flightless days.

O do not hear the wind
when it whispers to your wings.
Let's duck out of the breeze
for sleep-still pools of sun.
Do not listen yet.
Stay awhile with me.

I have watched
(and ached) and marveled
as your sisters shook
their feathers and flew
in the ever widening circle
that will one day
stretch beyond my skies.

You will circle with them.

But today 
do not hear the wind
Perch a while on my back.
Sing a song into my morning.
Sleep a night in my arms.

1 comment:

Nathan said...

And you doubt your talent as a poet. This is beautiful. I'm sure Piper will love it when she's older.