Here is a new poem. I wrote the first draft of this on 9-3-2013 and just finished this draft a few minutes ago. I hope that you enjoy this emotional look at my imagined future.
Honey,
I haven't met you yet,
Yet I can almost see your
Radiant smile; joyous, knowing-
Beyond Piaget's confining years.
Can almost taste half-melted-
Ice creams at the craggy extremes
Of half-explored worlds,
Encapsulated in your eager eyes.
Darling, I can just imagine
Holding your tiny frame in
My nervous arms-
Cradling you like uranium.
Imagine taking your wispy hand
In my tenuous grip,
And standing with you
Aface a glaring cliff-
Embracing the eternal present,
Lest life un-twine your roots from mine...
And I know-
Summer roses and mud-caked knees
Will fade to cacophony-
And I know that love may
Leave you lost and alone,
But I will not desert you.
When the stars align-to-
Deny you all things benign
I will be your guide.
Sweetheart,
I truly hope that I meet you;
Know that I already love you
More than coquettish life-that-
I will await you-with-
Open arms and an eddied, hopeful smile-
To make you laugh,
When you wish to cry,
To carry you when laid low by
The soles of beautiful-brutish being...
You will dance, when all others stumble.
You will fight when all others have cowered
And fled.
You will sing when the storms steal sonnets
And render the world silent.
You will be the light to lend sight to
The blind and the mad,
You will be my little girl-
And I your doting dad.
I can't wait to meet you.
***Copyright 2013. Cameron Morgan. All Rights Reserved.***
