Loving Arms
for Regina-Beth, Yannis & Phillip
It was the globe begun again, being done again,
sacred circle, divine law, wheel within a wheel
forever spinning. Baby circles, out of a mouth, bubbles,
underwater or toying about. Circle of friends, circle of hands,
a circle expands until it can't any more and has to give, or give in.
Jars and tins, covers to remove or to undo. Cabbages, beets from the garden
to make a meal, to keep breasts full, to keep milk flowing until Yannis
is able to play tennis, is able to grip a tennis ball
and whack it with his racket.
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
6:00 p.m. 21.08.09
for Regina-Beth, Yannis & Phillip
It was the globe begun again, being done again,
sacred circle, divine law, wheel within a wheel
forever spinning. Baby circles, out of a mouth, bubbles,
underwater or toying about. Circle of friends, circle of hands,
a circle expands until it can't any more and has to give, or give in.
Jars and tins, covers to remove or to undo. Cabbages, beets from the garden
to make a meal, to keep breasts full, to keep milk flowing until Yannis
is able to play tennis, is able to grip a tennis ball
and whack it with his racket.
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
6:00 p.m. 21.08.09
posted by Obie Quiet at 6:07 PM
2 Comments:
OMG!! I am tearing up. Thank you so much. I am going to put this in the baby's book so he can see it later on. I am honoured to have inspired you, Obie. Thank you.
Hello Obie. Thank you very much for the poem about Yannis. Greatly appreciate it and we're glad to know that you were thinking about us. With the whole tennis thing -- hopefully I can persuade him to get into UFC instead (or maybe both).
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