You’ve seen the trees relieved of leaves
in autumn’s great divide
there’s thirty years of these between
the time your small expanse was placed
upon my knees and I knew what
unconditional love was.
It’s hard to see the gleam
of fresh filled streams across
a desert where we walk not meeting
and there’s fire that flares sharp burns
each time we try to speak leaving marks
we can’t explain, a void that drops so deep
only sometimes feelings skirt around the bleakness.
There’s something you should know,
a first born child is special, comes not with ease
they tried to take you away, and now it seems to me
that battling through those years to keep you
has somehow been in vain, so here’s my offering
I can only write this way
to tell you just how much I love you.