I thought of you in the silent moments
Pregnant with the promise of another dawn,
Early, while moonlight spilled its silver seed
Through the thick palmate leaves of the passionvine
And flickered ghostly on the bedroom wall.
I thought of you while your mother read aloud
From Sherlock Holmes--spoke a mystery
To be resolved as deep and as potent as the mystery
Of who you are and why you choose to come
To us--this time, this place, this world.
I thought of you and felt the rush of fear
I had not thought to feel again since,
Twenty-six and fully man, I first engaged
To change from husband/son to father.
With the years, the fear has not dispelled.
And now, in sunlight glare and hot, dry
Santa Ana winds that propagate an early spring,
While apples swell pink furls on apple trees
And January squints down the year to fall,
I think, and smile, and fear, and love.
In a list
A contest entry
- letter to a baby by CarCrashHumor.
600 points, ended August 11, 2007, 35 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Daughters (and sons) by SerenityNChains.
450 points, ended September 6, 2007, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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There are always so many emotions that come with having children. The beginning line is just so awesome and it pulls me in. The imagery is beautiful. Pen on.
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This is wonderfully touching. The classic form made the beautiful imagery that much better. I had so hoped this contest would yield a deep poem from a dad, and here it is. Bravo-bellisimo! Best of luck in the contest.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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! yes this is what I was looking for in this contest
beautiful words... and it's adorable [not in a little-kid way] how it's written from the father's POV.. so much focus is spent on the mother and her reactions/thoughts.
Thank you for entering this
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This is beautiful :]
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I so enjoyed the fresh use of language in this soliloquy of love for a child, and the reminiscing of years gone by, the feelings that change, and the ones that don't...the vulnerability we wish we would never know over what grows so precious in our lives in an unrelentingly harsh world. The descriptive images and use of metaphor are wonderfully emotive.
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