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in early stillness of a fresh Sunday morning
by Sigurdur Haraldssonin early stillness
of a fresh Sunday morning
before my life starts
then a girl calls her
father and I holler back
I'm downstairs, honey
baby girl sucking
her mother's near-bursting breast
sounds from above
slowly the stillness
evaporates as more life
makes it presense known
and this Sunday morn
becomes alive and bustling
- so my life begins
11/04/2007 Posted on 11/04/2007
Copyright © 2025 Sigurdur Haraldsson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/04/07 at 05:49 PM amazing in birth and mystery... the beginning --can be at once your very own and your own's own... in a sense you are the child yourself, and also a child born to yo or one of yours...becomes a new beginning. "Bursting" with
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