At three
\nMichael looks up at me
\nfrom the pillow of my leg,
\nand asks,
\nHow old are you Papa?
\nAnd I see one pure life
\nunblemished,
\nfull of energy and light,
\nand I reply,
\nMichael,
\nI am twenty-three of your lives,
\nwhich is a great distance
\nin the sky.
\nSuffice to say,
\nPapa is old,
\na little like Forte
\nin Beauty and the Beast.
\nBut some of that
\nwas said in silence.<\/p>\n
Michael understood.
\nHis eyes are brilliant
\nwith childhood.
\nI did say,
\nMichael,
\nsomeday you will tell
\nyour grandchild
\nwhat I am telling you.
\nYou will live as many lifetimes
\nas I,
\nand in silence I continued,
\nand I
\nwill watch every one of them
\nwith love and pride,
\nand hold you in my arms
\nwhen you cry,
\nand shout with you in triumph.
\nAnd sit with you
\nwhen you pray,
\nand whisper,
\nyou are destiny\u2019s creation
\nand Papa\u2019s dearest love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
At three Michael looks up at me from the pillow of my leg, and asks, How old are you Papa? And I see one pure…<\/p>\n