I remember holding you up
to the ocean two days after
you were born...
you to the water, immense,
moving, deep green,
you to the sun, warm, bright
on your newborn face,
you to the Atlantic wind, too,
for the first time.
You, my son, were small, securely
wrapped in a cotton blanket and
Now, 28 and over six feet tall,
you are secure
in your own skin,
so blessed by water, sun and wind.
I am grateful for you! -
and also for what I know,
we are all so blessed and
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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