Fifteen years ago, I gave birth to my son on January 30th. This week, as I reflected on which poem I would dedicate to Brigid, I kept coming back to the poem he wrote for me two years ago. My son was conceived on Beltane and was born a few days before Brigid. From the beginning I have felt my son was a gift from the Goddess. Being a teenager, his task now is to rebel. He’s doing a good job of it. He was the quarterback on his football team at the
The One
The water for the seed
The one who grows
The young. The teacher.
You are the oak for
The acorn. The one
Who stands tall like
A tree in a blizzard.
You are the one.
The one who put
The pieces to the
Puzzle for your
Beloved. The energy
For the light. You
Are the base of love.
You are the one. The
One who is the silk for
The cozy sheets. You
Are the roots of life.
You give out love and now
Love is coming back. Love
Is coming back to the one.
The one who is the saver.
You are the one. The one
Who makes the hot chai
In the morning. The one who
Yells at me to wake up, to
Stop playing the early morning
Rap. The one who goes out of her
Way to give me love, but this
Time, all that love is right
Back to you.
Casey Cooper Quirke 2/9/05
12 comments:
deborah, this one's for you...J
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kissing you
in the doorway
cells shot through
with current
re-arranged
in a line to you
Beautiful poem.
Here's my Imbolc effort in honour of Brighid.
Conceived on Beltane and born on January 30th? That is my birthday too, but I'd never even thought about when I might have been started.
What a wonderful notion to start off this day! Thank you for mentioning it.
I'm SO glad you published Casey's beautiful poem.
Here's a gorgeous verse written by our beloved W.B. Yeats, published by my friend Jane a knitter, someone I met last year through this poetry reading.
Much love to you.
That's a lovely poem from a son. Wow...
He wrote that poem at 13? He'll be fine. What a lovely talent he has. I hope he knows that.
The other day I was having tea with a friend whose daughter is now 21 or so, living in San Francisco, an artist and passionate activist. When she was 15, she entered a beauty pageant! Her hippie macrobiotic shaman mother just about died. But they've come through the other side and are as close, and similar, as it turns out, as ever.
Here's my second contribution to the event - I had to have a different poem on each of my blogs ;)
(as usual, 2nd try)
d - loved deeply, by two particularly as evidenced this morning....how lucky you are to recognize it doesn't look the same, arrive the same, live the same...
poem for Brigid a lovely idea, connectings ones......
k
That poem is so good.
Here is the one I wrote this morning:
http://www.thorncoyle.com/musings.htm
Here is my effort (as invited by Katrinka) at Much Ado about Everything...
Wow. That is so lovely. He's gifted! And what a beautiful tribute to you.
Favorite line:
You are the base of love.
Oh, my goodness, what a wonderful gift to you, and to Brigit, who so loved her son.
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