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My Summer
by Sigurdur HaraldssonTitle sounds like an essay of a youngster
but I am a grown man
however I wept like a kid this summer
I almost bawled
Being a father of two children
(proud father, wonderful kids)
a veteran of sorts
I never saw it coming
Holding a newborn baby in your arms
fresh from the womb
warm, soft, still wet
your guard is down
Life, beautiful life
can evoke so many emotions
but a fruit of the loins
- my loins -
I suddenly couldn't see her
I just felt her in my arms
and in my heart. 08/31/2007 Posted on 09/02/2007
Copyright © 2024 Sigurdur Haraldsson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/07/07 at 05:24 PM I remember those essays the teachers always made us write, "My Summer Vacation." None of my summers gave me the kind of gift you received when your blinding tears were inspired by holding your newborn baby. For some reason, though you don't say it in the poem, I imagine it was a girl. Lovely narration of that most auspicious event!!! |
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