“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

note to self:

put on a brave face
for
you are a father now

smile reassuringly
nod sagely
laugh out loud
cry when he is not watching
(but never admit to it)

hug him close
wrestle him to the floor
lend him your finger
and your lumbering frame

hold her hand
and do a slow dance

so that he knows
to love her always
and be her little brave

be angry
be unfair
be weak
be human

so that he knows
that he can be better
(miles better)

and when he is taller
and wiser than you
(they always are)
and forgets your own
forgetful self

you can whisper to the wind
(for no one else will listen)
'his love will never be
more than mine for him'

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