you could have
come
as warrior, ready
to take us on
one at a time
or en masse . . .
you could have
come
a whirlwind
swirling, twirling,
twisting around us,
flinging us up into
the air . . .
you could have
come
with a bag of
chocolates
in one hand
and
a time-out chair
in the other;
you came
a tiny
vulnerable
baby
lungs screaming for
life,
fingers grasping for
something to hold onto,
your whole being
completely depending on
us (!) to
feed you
change you
clothe you
protect you
love you
and we were
gob-smacked.
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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