Daniel'sPoem
For Daniel
"Why do you
stripes
in you forehead,
Mommy?
Are you
old?"
Not old
But not so
young
that I cannot
see
the world contracting
upon itself
& the circle
closing at the end.
As the furrows
in my brow
deepen,
I can see
myself
sinking back
into that childhood
street
I walked along
with my grandfather,
thinking he was old
at sixty-three
since I was four
to my forty.
Forty years
to take
the road out,
Will another forty
take me
back?
Back to the street
I grew up on,
back to
my mother's breast,
back to the second
world war
of a second
child,
back
to the cradle
endlessly
rocking?
I am young
as you are,
Daniel-
yet with stripes
in my brow;
I earn my youth
as you must earn
your age.
These stripes
are decorations
for my valor-
forty years
of marching
to a war
I could not declare,
nor locate,
yet have somehow won.
Now,
I begin
to unwin,
unravelling
the sleeves
of care
that have kept
me scared,
as I pranced
over the world,
seemingly fearless,
working
without a net,
knowing
if I fell
it would
only be
into that same
childhood street,
where I dreaded
to tread
on the lines-
not knowing
the lines
would someday
tread
on me.
Daniel,
when you are forty,
read this poem
& tell me:
have we won
or lost
the war?
~Mom
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Posted: Jul 2018
Comments (1)
Thanks for sharing your poem