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"..oh...bibbling and scribbling,
scribbling and bibbling, Sire...."
Mozart, in Peter Schaffer's
'Amadeus'
Awhile ago I was challenged
to try some poetry.I knew nothing about it then, and I still don't.
Here, however, is my first attempt ~
One of my greatest sources
of inspiration came with the
arrival of my first
grandchild...a little boy whose name is David Ethan.
This poem seemed the only way to express a moment etched forever in
my memory
for which I was seeking
a vehicle of expression.
The thoughts came to
me as he lay sleeping on my bed when he was about three months old.
It was an especially
golden moment in the gloaming of the day, with the
strains of Mozart's 'Ave Verum' playing softly as he slept.
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Where are you
Right this moment
While I watch
you sleep
And your breath becomes my own
For just this time
I need you back to help me live
Where are
you
While I wait for you to waken
With each small sigh
You awaken me
To things I never dreamed of feeling
Before you came to me
Where are you
Though right beside me
I feel that while youre here
You''re
somewhere far away
In places I can never go
But, somehow, once have been
Where are you
The one I never
thought to want
Never felt the absence of
Until your presence made me sense | How empty life
would be without you
And yet, I know.
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When touched, you grasp my hand
And immediately
I sense promise
But its such a lie
Because I know too well
Like all the others you will leave
For those who
can give better and more
This
tiny interlude in the first best light
Of a sunset made golden by this intimacy
Will stay with me forever in my heart
As time and memory last for me
And when you are gone and I am gone
This crystal moment shall endure
Where
are you, and where have you been
Since you left the heart and mind of God
To come and be with me
The feel of you,
the smell of you
Lingers and gets lost in my senses
To be carried forever
When you walk away into what-can-be
So, I ask again ~ where are you
Are you drinking me in, as I am you?
And when you move away from here
And
Ive had all that I can have
Wherever you are, wherever I am
It will always be...right here, right now.
_______________
Karen McConnell
November, 2001
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