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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poetry-6 Days till Beta!

C and I both heard this poem this morning on NPR. It made me cry. So well put. I am thinking about my sweet little Wyatt. Mommy and Daddy miss you every moment.

"Written on the Due Date of a Son Never Born."
by David Wojahn

Echinacea, Bee Balm, Aster, Trumpet Vine, 

I watch your mother bend to prune, 

water sluicing silver from the hose. 

Another morning you will never see. 

Summer solstice, 

dragonflies flare, the un-petaled rose.

Six A.M. and already she's breaking down,

hose flung to the sidewalk where it snakes and pulses in a steady keening glitter,

 both hands to her face. 

That much I can give you of these hours. 

That much only, 

fists and blossom forged by salt,

trellising your wounded helixes against our days. 

Tell us how to live for we are shades,

facing, caged, the chastening sun. 

Our eyes are scorched and lidless.

 We cannot bear your light.


  1. praying for wonderful beta numbers. Thinking of you *Hugs*

  2. Oh, this is just lovely - it made me tear up immediately.

    I am keeping you in all of my prayers, sweetie!