It seemed like it was all about one little boy
Held fast to the chest, rocked in the rhythm of tender and joy.
Ten fingers and ten toes moving to the giggle and flail.
Just one baby boy all new and sparkling,
Smelling like morning dew and Spring rising.
Soft as pony’s nose or the inside of a puppy’s ear.
Yawning for sleep in the early evening
Sobbing to be held in the wee hours of the morning.
It seemed like it was all about him
This mourning of his life taken
Nearly two decades later on the side
Of a New Hampshire road
A Police bullet through his neck
Covered in a white sheet on the side of road
A cradle of asphalt and rebel gravel
Soft and limp, breath-less, broken
Even in the not seeing I can see him there
Urging my inner vision to gather another memory
Of his baby self all new and wanting
Helpless and needy in that crib, shimmering.
Picking all that hungry life up
Gathering him to my open heart
Cooing and smiling at his magnificence
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Sobbing for the loss of him
Sobbing for the loss of Orlando
Sobbing for the insanity of suicide bombers
Sobbing for the whole planet and all of us
Held hostage to fear and righteousness
It seemed like it was all about this one baby boy
When giving all my unshed tears to him
Might some how free up space to weep for the world
Weep for all those that I now gather to my heart
I let it all matter, ALL of it
It all matters starting with one
sweet, new baby boy.
Rest in peace.
copyrite .. jadwani
