To All My Sons and All My Daughters
rest in rhythm
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To All My Sons and All My Daughters
Whatever it is
that you are,
it’s getting dark and
all the waters are
receding into being.
You needn’t cry,
unless you must.
You told me
you were star dust and I
feel your restless wriggles
as you fiercely pulse your pacifier
in little motions of anxiety
release and dancing to
any rhythm you can find,
anything to
remind yourself of
day and
night and
breath and
sound and
light and
Sleep tight, my sweet infinity.This poem first went out on November 13, 2023.
This is a beautiful poem and I have to say, without going into detail, that I have a very personal connection with it. The Pacific ocean, off the coast of Oregon, is where my wife and I spread the ashes of our first-born, new-born son. He, too, was made of stardust.
“Sleep tight, my sweet infinity.”
Indeed.
Such a beautiful poem Mike, I felt every word.
Your piece - gave me peace 🙏☺️