I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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16 April 2010

Oh You Robinson

To my son David

Oh you Robinson boy!
No, Robinson man —
over 40 now.
Though you bear
another name
the genes tell true.

At certain stages
you could have been
my brother’s younger twin.
He said he’d look across at you,
thinking, ‘How can I be
over there when I’m over here?’

In other ways
you recall my Dad,
a man who loved dancing.
He too was the most
patient, fair and tolerant of men,
and as widely loved.

All his life
since the age of 10
he had a gammy leg.
It gave him pain
but it never
stopped his dance.

Your injury, I hope,
will be less permanent.
I suppose there must be pain
though (like him in that, too)
you don’t complain. I pray:
May you keep on dancing!


NaPoWriMo Day 16

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