A poem for the my dear friends' new baby.
Born when the lilacs bloomed,
when that beautiful filly ran her heart
and her ankles out. Roses fell
like rain in Kentucky that Sunday,
a state above a baby boy was born.
May he have his mother's fire, his father's
beauty, the strength of their love. May flowers
bloom beneath his feet as walks to school
that first day. May he always feel safe enough
to take risks. The only wishes
I can offer: the magic of childhood,
the smell of springtime, the rhythm
of the lake like his mother's heart for nine months.
A charmed life. Dark hair and blue eyes. All
their love. All their hearts and the bones to bear them.