SONG FOR A SON from James Goertel’s bi-weekly poetry feature, Under The Same Moon, confronts the reality and wonder of being a parent.
SONG FOR A SON
I am writing to you with the smoke from a chimney,
so it is only natural your eyes are tearing as you read this.
I will not always be here,
dispersed by the wind as well in time.
But I will still be there.
You need only look, listen, and feel.
Your mirrors will hold messages and reminders.
The birds outside your door will hold songs and stories.
Your heart will hold longing and emotion.
So burn brightly, strong through all the nights
you will set ablaze without me after I am gone.
I will find your smoke among the stars
and it will be my blanket against the cold of death.