Monday, January 31, 2011

An Adoptive Father

for Jim

consider the weight
of love, the heft
arms make in arms
and legs hold
against your chest

how they act a ballast

how they weigh
everything and nearly
nothing at all

when their bodies rise
like pop flies
toward your open hands
where they land
to rise again

consider boy for boy

consider it all joy
how pound for pound
you’ve raised each son


For Random Acts of Poetry at The High Calling.

5 comments:

David Andrews said...

I like the the 'weight' of love, and the heaviness of your words. Great work.

Maureen said...

This is a wonderful write. I especially like "the heft/ arms make in arms/... / how they act as ballast".

I think this speaks beautifully to the fact that father doesn't need the qualification of "adoptive".

My poem for the RAP will be up tomorrow.

L.L. Barkat said...

I like what the others liked. Also, especially, "consider boy for boy"

So glad you wrote one too! :)

S. Etole said...

resting in these words for a moment ...

Linda said...

I love this - love the picture you create with your words.