This is a poem I wrote for my niece/nephew who is six weeks in utero today. I've decided to write him/her a series of letters for when the kid is old enough to be curious about events surrounding his or her conception and birth. I'm sooo excited. This will be the first great grandkid in the family and my first little niece or nephew: The analogies, despite the breadth, Never held much water. Twelve years of attempts brought us to the depths; We traveled by river. We shared an odd year before we saw the End: A birth to bring the renewal of a Forgotten Race, A thousand years of rain, love, war, and Thunders Stored beneath the cooling, healing surface of your pale face. (A few little notes on decoding: My brother and sister-in-law were married twelve years. This baby and I will also be the only people in three generations to be born in an odd year. )
I think what you're doing is brilliant...damn I wish someone had done this for me when I was born, so that when I was older I could read all the poems that my creation inspired someone to write. You'll make this kid feel really special I'm sure
yes, a brilliant idea, abyle... i love the last two lines... especially 'stored beneath the cooling, healing surface of your pale face.' that calmed me.
