For my Son
Posted on November 4, 2012
today you are three months
three months, and ten months and a lifetime in my heart
Old soul, who are you?
So collected somehow and so calm
Breathing and living,
lapping at life like the tide
I am your shore.
I will be your shelter.
As your tightened fists grow forgiving, trusting,
These little sea anemone hands of yours grasp and release my own
as you learn you need me, and you don’t
and as you learn your freedoms,
I will watch you change and forever reshape this shore
for I am the sea that bore you, my love.
And, you will go on to places I cannot follow
But for now, old soul, you are just three months.
I know I met you once in a dream,
Where the water was whispering your name
Jonah, Jonah, Jonah…