Thursday, July 12, 2012

a Graham poem

A lonely mother is in love with you
Long blinks are a good sign sleep is near
She cooks meals that take teeth to eat
Long blinks mean that sleep and dreams are both near
She constructs her dreams from daily things:  baths
He sleeps on both sides, rolling this way, that
A lonely mother needs her son near her
She may hear him need her, sleeping deeply
A mother may be lonely for her son
At night she might fret, want to wake him up

Nearness, distance:  a crib is not a home
So she'll watch his breathing, be its witness

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