So today is my Mom's birthday, and I was thinking about that (in conjunction with a story character) and combined out of those thoughts came this poem...



Two Miracles

The mother sits on the porch.
All is silent, save for the wind in the trees.
Her child lay asleep in her arms
A smile curled up his tiny lips.
So much like his father,
Only a miniature in everything.

Their courtship was a whirl of emotion
Drawn to each other with a singular passion
Their hearts magnetized and pulling
No matter how far apart they tried to go
Their orbits circled back around
And they were pulled closer and closer together.

To fight such passion was almost incomprehensive,
Yet they tried, frightened by the ideas
Of soulmates and real true love
Even though that is what they desired-
Old experiences caused fear to spring up in their hearts
Fear of disappointment, fear of loss.
Reason had to control the passion.

The passion was that of those denied.
It was only a miracle that they were even given a chance.

But eventually, failing at concealment of emotions
Failing at restraint of emotions
Failing at disguising their true feels for each other
They united; hearts and souls
Certain of what they wanted
Certain of what they found
Swept away by the emotion of it
Enwrapped in the comfort of it.

And a second miracle came to be, the mother thought
As she looked down at the sleeping child in her arms.


~Anahbird~
July 14, 2005