Joy . . . in our children

At Montauk Point, Long Island, NY - circa 1972.

This is why you were born: to silence me.

Cells of my mother and father, it is your turn

to be pivotal, to be the masterpiece.

I improvised; I never remembered.

Now it's your turn to be driven;

you're the one who demands to know . . .

Mother and Child, Louise Glück in The Seven Ages [recommended]



And he ...

He was a old soul

with new story, zero

at bone and marrow

adhering to Conrad's dictum

with little shocks and surprises

in every sentence of his book

wearing Truth as his dermis

seeking tears, not blood

And he, like all good art,

marked me for the better.

© 2018 photo and poem, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine)

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