for Jewel Camille Smith
oh, my God,
it is my older daughter's birthday
no longer are both 28
the oldest is 29 today
29 years ago
at the other end of this event
what a day that was in Freeport,
on Grand Bahama Island
a different world, a life time ago
break in creativity, in looking back
interrupted by boys passing, breaking glass
breaking the shade of the lamp on the pole
in front of my house
brought back to the present from way back when
shaken, fearful,
wishing you happy birthday
stones directed at that light,
I open my door, cry out to them to desist
and stones are aimed at me, thrown viciously
pack of boys, a pack of animals
I fear for my life, I tremble in fear
I feel vulnerable here
can I take my house and run
it is no tent, it is not a house
I can drive off in or with
this is my address
they know it and can return
"You should be in bed!" they say,
they said, but I work the night shift
they seem to be the kind of pack
able to take a life and just go on
what oh, God, must I do in response
happy birthday Jewel Camille Smith
what a world your mother and I
caused you to be born in
caused you to come into
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
3:41 a.m. 14.11.09
2 Comments:
Obediah,
This for me, is your best yet!
A reminder that a father's instinct to protect his daughter/children lives on!
Bravo.
Antonius
I thank you very much Antonius for the guidance and affirmation feedback provides. I thank you for taking time - for giving time and for your own artistic example and contributions.
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