Every morning at drop-off
those rose window eyes turn
to his, he falls to the floor
in front of the altar
Every morning the angel says
"I love you" in a silver-spun whisper
he barely hears sometimes
because the sun has just risen in his face
Every morning he says "I love you, too"
through throat tight with tears on a leash
knowing awareness for precious moments
mayfly in a hyperborean landscape
Every morning, walking out the door
chill descending on his heart
he prays the sun will rise again
bathing him in the gold of an arctic summer
28 May 2010
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How sad and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMy God she is full of stars isn't she :)
ReplyDeletePeace ~ Rene
I love those first three stanzas.
ReplyDeleteI love it...though it breaks my heart.
ReplyDeleteI get this. Beautiful writing.
ReplyDeletehold on to these moments, no matter how much blood they draw...and try to remember them when she is 17, bull-headed, fiercely independent and incorrigibly willful.....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Irish. My angel is going to be 21 this June and left yesterday for Maui for a month ; -(
ReplyDelete"Hyperborean" makes me feel all Lovecrafty
ReplyDeleteVery Nice.
ReplyDeleteNice stuff, Gumbo.
ReplyDeleteReally well done IG.
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