Wednesday 3 March 2010

40 Main Street

Protected from the damp stone walls and the pouring rain
on a folded paper tucked between floorboards
it is written, Henry was born here,
and a 9 year old boy begs the house to remember.

On a folded paper tucked between floorboards
because that was where he entered his room
it is written, Henry is born here,
and the birth note becomes a love note.

Because that was where he entered his room
where the mellow sage sang
and the birth note becomes a love note
he remembers what it feels like to be a child.

Where the mellow sage sang
and its light lit the room on dark Decembers
he remembers what it feels like to be a child
cozy and tightly tucked into his small frame.

And its light lit the room on dark Decembers
reminding him of his own age
cozy and tightly tucked into his small frame
he notices how his favorite pajamas no longer fit.

Reminding him of his own age
it is written, Henry was born here,
and he passes the threshold
protected from the damp stone walls and the pouring rain.

5 comments:

  1. A lyrical and solemn tribute to the house and to Henry for remembering. Nicki, I'm enjoying your poetry.

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  2. I am too (enjoying your poetry that is)...do you read Mon from Holistic Mama's new blog, Bohemian Shadows? (http://bohemianshadows.blogspot.com/) It seems everyone is feeling the creative urges of this Virgo/Pisces new moon/full moon cycle...

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  3. Nicki,
    Your poetry is beautiful and touching, an expression of love and holding on AND letting go as we all must do to complete our own life circles.

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