To My Fledgling Poet

PACollin

For a fledgling poet 
not 7 years lived
these words may sound obscure

Can I convey the anxiety
bound to the ghost
of the lost Lenore?

Our eyes gather and
swell with tears
as with Lord Byron we die

Then Maya bestows 
our defiant creed,
"I rise, I rise, I rise!"

More precious than 
the air I breathe are 
these moments we two share

Where we quietly absorb 
the depths and heights 
formed with passion and care

I love you more 
than I love my life,
your spirit enlivens me

May this goodness 
shared through poem and prose
be ours eternally.

  • Author: PACollin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2017 14:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: The poetry readings held with my daughter are rapidly becoming my favorite part of each week.
  • Category: Family
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