Sunday, January 29, 2012

My Oldest Girl turned 20 Years Old on January 25th!



Here is a poem I wrote for Tiana when she was nine years old...


Daughter at Nine
for Tiana

Perhaps it’s in the waiting, stillness of
held words in your jean pockets, the rush
of air between a feather, or the pendulum
considering one side
before the pull

Perhaps it’s in the descent; dust
on the instrument; warm hand at sleep;
the slightest resignation—a soft night
quietly flying about
the curtains

Perhaps it’s in forgiveness, for the
assault on time, for neglected design, or
at the momentous slope watching you cry
because you simply
have to

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