Friday, May 6, 2022

Son pt. 2

 Before you I didn’t know

Just how beautiful 

The sound of the word: son 


Son

Is tender like 

dancing slowly 

in the kitchen 

With my lover

 and my babe in arms 


Son is 

Full

like

The swell

of a symphony 

That rises like gold

In your chest 

Lifting you up

As you ride the wave 


The wash of pride 

The joy that shimmers 

Like a heat wave 

On the pavement 


Expansive 

Like the horizon 

Where dark grey clouds descend 

Like a curtain. 

 

All encompassing

A Midwest thunderstorm 

A summer press 

A rain torrent 


I didn’t know 

A word could mean this much 

It’s rising and setting of the sun. 

My son 

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Son

 


The top of your head

Has lost the baby smell 

But your breath still smells 

Like milk and heaven 


Your bigger now

But still fall asleep

On my chest 

Your haven 


I swear to you 

On the long days 

In the long nights 

During battles and fights 

I swear to you 

In the sun kissed moments 

When you lay your head on my shoulder 

And heaven touches earth 

I swear to you for now 

And forever 

My only goal is to love you well 

My only dream is your happiness 

I don’t need you to be anything 

But what you already are 

My beautiful son. 

Saturday, August 21, 2021

Heritage

Some things we don’t speak about

Even though

It colors the past

And changes the future 

We feel it in the current 


It whispers in the wind 


Our history is broken


Our heritage is pain


And some things we don’t speak about. 

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

White men

The rules don’t apply

to white men,

you see,


white men


know better.




Monday, June 21, 2021

Sister understands

 The things left unsaid

The lines read between 

A tear, a laugh  

a sideways glance:


A sister understands. 

Saturday, June 19, 2021

Pain will find you

The pain will find you

best believe 

There is no pit deep enough 

to hide from it 


There is no drug strong enough 

best believe 

You will wake up sober 

Sometime 


And the pain will find you 

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Declaration

You are the dawn

that breaks

after a night so cold


It’s left you breathless 



You are the spring 


That warms the earth


The seeds that open


The flowers that burst 



You are my sunrise. 


My living, breathing, 


declaration of hope.