SEPTEMBER, 2000<\/p>\n
We put Jackie in his crib.
\nAngel with brown stars, novas,
\nsmall meteors for eyes.
\nAn aurora for a smile,
\nfull of flowers,
\na chemistry of rain and perfume.
\nWhy does my heart
\ntumble into his smile?
\nIf I told you about a perfect storm
\nwould you believe me?
\nIf I showed you a Sistine radiance,
\nwould you doubt how the color
\nmixes in your blood?
\nIf I blew a poem into the air,
\na transparency of words,
\nwould you doubt
\nthat it mingles with the sky?<\/p>\n
So Jackie\u2019s smile does this to me.
\nWitnesses who see him
\nsuck in their breath,
\nlest they lose their souls in sheer
\nexquisite feeling!
\nThat is how Jackie enlarges the world.
\nThrows light into it,
\nfills it with fragrance,
\ncreates a melody in the heart.<\/p>\n
A small angel of a man,
\nwho will leave footprints.
\nWhose hands will mold happiness into cake,
\nto share in the party of his life.
\nWho lies in his crib,
\nand in wonder looks at me,
\nseeing me as I wished,
\nI could have been.
\nGiving me a novena,
\na clean skin,
\nto receive the ocean of the world,
\nwave on wave,
\nand feel,
\nI have a place in his caring innocence.
\nThat no one tumbles off the edge
\nof the world.
\nI have seen it in my grandson.
\nI have seen it in no one else,
\nwho occupies his place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
SEPTEMBER, 2000 We put Jackie in his crib. Angel with brown stars, novas, small meteors for eyes. An aurora for a smile, full of flowers,…<\/p>\n