Friday, February 3, 2012

a life...

a life…


She is small
delicate
full of love
yet
I lose my patience
sometimes
when she cries
loudly - 
screams
at
the top of her lungs
late into the night
yet
I understand
as an infant
she speaks in screams
whimpers and cries
whispers and smiles
and toothless grins
for what she needs
must have –
at that moment.
She grips onto my large
fingers
yet
I am still
sometimes 
impatient with her.

As a father
I have grown up
two children already
I have climbed that
glorious mountaintop
seen the other side
and I know the beauty
of sixteen
I know
when I blink my eyes
it will be upon us
both of us
ready or not.
yet
there are moments
deep in the night
when it is
she and me
Marea McKenzie
and her father
alone in the dark
her angel face on
drinking the nectar
of the gods
when it is perfectly clear
that this is 
the only child
in the world
and she is ours
to learn from
to grow up
to make a friend
to love
to hold close to our hearts.
I am impatient
sometimes
but yet
I love her deeply
she came to me
and us
from some other universe
a bathroom
a kitchen
I do not know
a home away
from my home
a place of some
sadness I imagine
into this place
of your great joy
great love
and our extraordinary love
for one another.

This our Rose
is a bud of life
a ray of light
for the earth
a drop of rain
a seed planted
for hope
and some understanding
I have yet to grasp completely
beyond pure love.






Doug Claybourne

Copyright c 2012. All Rights Reserved.