Child of Mine

You are the hard pressed slippery bundle,

heterotrophic,

that forced tears of happiness,

equally hard borne from my eyes.

You were the teacher of love

with your first breath,

and the eyes of trust and belief

with all your growing, and now

you are the tabernacle of my existence,

diminished only by me;

custodian of both our dreams,

keeper of the secret

that has already passed,

and lies within you.

Peace and Love.

You are the child I trust,

to always be yourself.

With each thought and breath you grow,

- strange intimacy of life -

that this makes us strangers.

You were in my first breath,

and I will be in your last.

Copyright Niall OConnor

Image borrowed from George Hester's photo book. Brush and ink.
Published thefirstcut #3
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