for Eli, at 6 months
i have a photo with your forehead crinkled as you eat a toy sheep
so serious
so intent
so full of life
you started as sperm and egg
you started as a fetus that grew inside of me
i paid attention in biology and to the women before me -- i expected a lot
but i could never have expected you
i can’t write about how i much i love you
because words and ink fail
this is only a song that blood can sing
this is a language that remains unwritten
this is a love where poets fail
one thousand words is not enough
14nov10
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delayed poem draft
Date: 2010-11-15 03:08 am (UTC)for Eli, at 6 months i have a photo with your forehead crinkled as you eat a toy sheep so serious so intent so full of life you started as sperm and egg you started as a fetus that grew inside of me i paid attention in biology and to the women before me -- i expected a lot but i could never have expected you i can’t write about how i much i love you because words and ink fail this is only a song that blood can sing this is a language that remains unwritten this is a love where poets fail one thousand words is not enough 14nov10