Children's Poems XI
Children's Poems XI
These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families.
To My Child, Unborn
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
How many were the nights, enchanted
with despair and longing, when dreams recanted
returned with a restless yearning,
and the pale stars, burning,
cried out at me to remember
one night... long ere the September
night when you were conceived.
Oh, then, if only I might have believed
that the future held such mystery
as you, my child, come unbidden to me
and to your mother,
come to us out of a realm of wonder,
come to us out of a faery clime...
If only then, in that distant time,
I had somehow known that this day were coming,
I might not have despaired at the raindrops drumming
sad anthems of loneliness against shuttered panes;
I might not have considered my doubts and my pains
so carefully, so cheerlessly, as though they were never-ending.
If only then, with the starlight mending
the shadows that formed
in the bowels of those nights, in the gussets of storms
that threatened till dawn as though never leaving,
I might not have spent those long nights grieving,
lamenting my loneliness, cursing the sun
for its late arrival. Now, a coming dawn
brings you unto us, and you shall be ours,
as welcome as ever the moon or the stars
or the glorious sun when the nighttime is through
and the earth is enchanted with skies turning blue.
Transition
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
With his cocklebur hugs
and his wet, clinging kisses
like a damp, trembling thistle
catching, thwarting my legs—
he reminds me that life begins with the possibility of rapture.
Was time this deceptive
when my own childhood begged
one last moment of frolic
before bedtime's firm kisses—
when sleep was enforced, and the dark window ledge
waited, impatient, to lure
or to capture
the bright edge of morning
within a clear pane?
Was the sun then my ally—bright dawn's greedy fledgling?
With his joy he reminds me
of joys long forgotten,
of play's endless hours
till the haggard sun sagged
and everything changed.
I gather him up and we trudge off to bed.
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Michael Burch
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