My son
Born in water and blood
Becoming flesh
Not easy for you
Becoming father
Not easy for me
But darling
Just look at us now
You have the gentle curiosity
Of a boy unfolding
Cautiously in the world
Playfully at home
You remind me of myself
If I had grown up in a safe and loving home
My son
I give you what I did not receive
And you give me so much more than I ever imagined
Possible
Love and wholeness and reasons for living
A son is a supple and oh-so-delicate thing
You have a quiet thoughtfulness
A surprising ridiculousness
A delightful tender-heartedness
And when you slide yourself beneath my arm
When we sit on the couch together
I know that everything in my life that brought me here
Absolutely everything
Was worth it
Thank you
I love you
Happy birthday
Having followed your blog for many years, Dan, this poem brings me joy.
Thank you, Joanna!
Daniel, you are a really beautiful poet. I cried when I read your stuff. Thanks.
Thanks, Merry!