I raised
A boy
Who was
Not my
Son I
Showed him
How to
Whittle and
Dream as
Clouds skated
By and
Swim in
Languid pools
And run
And to
Laugh at
Troubles and
Cry when
Hurt I
Think now
As I
Reflect we
Each turned
Each other
Into Men
Category: Falling in Love
AndNew
I watched
A tree
Shed its
Leaves and
Wondered if
I let
Go of
You
Would parts
Of me
Fall and
Gather tripping
Me or
Be swept
Away by
The icy
Winds of
Spring laying
Me bare
And fresh
And new
Mirror (to Mary)
And in
The mirror
We stood
Side by
Side and
There you
Said you
Are and
You are
Created by
The hand
Of God
Himself and
Speak words
As though
He said
Them Himself
ThreeWords (to Juanito)
And so
I gave
You a
Gift a
Locket in
A box
Nestled softly
In tissue
And inside
Were three
Whispered words
Which might
Ignite fire
Or lightly
Tickle throats
And you
Kept them
There close
To your
Heart where
They were
Always meant
To be
Voice (to Mary)
And there
In that
Little voice
Which always
Speaks but
Is hardly
Listened comes
Blessings in
The forms
Of whispers
Spoken by
God himself
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 